The best Yung comics are the ones that are like hiking through a solitary desert of verbiage toward a slinky oasis. Your throat burns, your eyes water, you’re crawling on your hands and knees. But when you get there, you find not a cool desert spring but a picture of that spring on big screen tv. Actually, that whole analysis of Brad’s work is a lot like one of his non-sequitur theatre gimmicks where a bunch of meaningless musings are strung together. Those often work better than the set-up panels which generally have Brad and the other guy who looks like Brad but doesn’t wear glasses going on about some peccadillo of post-modern existence. Brad takes on the Pop-Up Video, for instance, furthering my opinion that he is one of the first meta-ironists – his irony comes laden with irony. Non sequitur theatre #8 is a great effort, notable for the way Brad is portrayed as a mere outline. In non sequitur theatre #8 Brad Yung has disappeared, sucked into a desert quagmire that looked a lot like the girl in the video store. (HN)
comic zine, #3, 40 pages, Brad Yung, $2, PO Box 30007, Parkgate PO, N. Vancouver, BC, V7H 2Y8