Oh my freaking god is this a brilliant comic book. I’ve been reading comics for ever and I’ve never read anything with the manic glee, insane humor, over-the-top violence and brilliant comics satire of Zombo.
This book is the deliriously silly, insanely hysterical work of writer Al Ewing and artist Henry Flint. I’ve never laughed so hard reading a comic as I did reading this one, with its ridiculous riffs on ultra-violence, an insane president who lives on after his murder as a disembodied electronic head that talks in a broken late Jack Kirby language, an evil, maiming version of the Beatles, a priest who thinks existential thoughts… oh god, I could go on and on endlessly on all the amazing riffs in this book, all the jokes about the Transformers and Ego the Living Planet and on and on.
This is one densely hilarious book; you may get more jokes per page in this book than anything that has ever appeared in comics history; more than that, all this amazing comedy is cumulative, like the best episodes of Arrested Development, so jokes get more and more insane the more frequently we read them.
You don’t have to be a comic fan to love this book, I think, just someone who loves the world of a latter day Monty Python and is willing to laugh so hard you may literally bust a gut.
So… umm… that’s all I have to say in this review. This book is amazing. You should buy it. I nearly died laughing reading it. Now here’s an excerpt from CBR. If you like these pages, you know you need to buy this book. But really, come on, you know you need to buy this book anyway, don’t you? Your life isn’t complete without Zombo.
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