Dammit, how many times can I come right out and admit that I don’t know what the fuck is going on in a comic I review. Can someone send me the code book or the tricorder to get from point A to point B. With Troglodyte Sandwich, fine pen and ink looking illustrations with wonderful insets (details, like a shoe or a close-up of a hand in a pocket) lead us with the character with the wavy head to see two brothers beat on their younger brother and meet a butcher who talks about the Dutch be adroit at painting dead meat. While following this trail of bread crumbs offered up great scenery, I still found myself totally lost in the forest. The second one, Daebaudjimod, also made no linear sense to me, but here snippets of it connected directly to an old acid trip so I intuitively dug it. Maybe the trick is to order everything the guy’s got, plug in some ambient trance and through out any preconceived notions you’ve got, including this review.
comics / 24 pages each / publisher: Kobold Press / main creator: Jesse Benjamin Bochner / $1 for each / P.O. Box 623 Station P, Toronto, ON M5S 2Y4