Look, it’s simple. If you buy one comic in this whole magazine, you should probably get this one. Fact is, McCann is a visionary. He works within and without genre to create something unquantifiably wonderful. I mean, okay, there’s some great stuff going on out there and I’m a fan of the confessional Seth/Joe Matt style and I also love the frenetic gross-out work coming out of the Montreal scene, but McCann’s Shmog – which is nothing like that stuff – is, on some visceral level, way more impressive. At once post-apocalpytic and present day very real, this guy ties us to the chaos of the every day and drags us behind for fourty staggering pages. Divothead golfs, children discover a hidden ocean in their backyard, a blind man beats his dog before being violently thwarted by a group of cub scouts and on and on it goes. Wow. (HN)