I don’t ever want anyone to ever say anything bad about comic books from the 1990’s ever again. Seriously. I will punch you in the face.
Now, that being said…wow. Rob Schrab’s mind is a strange, strange place, one that I feel very odd after finally seeing its depths. In a world where robotic killers-for-hire can come out of a vending machine, SCUD’s a one-time-usage hitman-robot who inadvertently discovers the truth about what happens when he kills his assigned target;
A bizarre monster that seemingly rotates around a face that’s an electrical plug with mouths on the knees, SCUD’s hilarious attempts to earn enough money to keep his first victim alive through other assassinations eventually evolves into an out-of-control whirlwind confrontation between demonic and angelic powers and a testament to the power of love.
Part graffiti, part art project, part humorous sci-fi and part bizarrely touching fantasy. Remember when you first discovered comics? The vibrancy, the confusion as you worked to decipher the secret of how to read it and then, in a shining instant, figure it out and the whole thing opens up to you? That’s what reading SCUD the Disposable Assassin is like. It’s like reading comics for the first glorious time ever. And I’ve been been reading comics for quite a while.
That’s pretty much the comic in a nutshell. It’s bombastic, loud, vibrant (despite being a black & white book), an almost perfect incapsulation of the 1990’s/early 2000’s in indie black and white comics. I love the way the fat giant collection sits on my bookshelf, the way it feels in my bag when I take it places, and the way it hefts in my hands when I read it.