Reviewed by Mike Chinn
Moore brings his saga of a re-imagined 20th century into the Swinging Sixties. Mina, Allan and Orlando (now going by the much hipper Lando) are dropped off at Dover by the Nautilus and arrive in a psychedelic London populated by more 60s icons than you can shake a bong at. The Saint, James Bond, Thunderbirds, Adam Adamant, Callan, Steptoe & Sonâ€¦ The Deep Fix is playing at the very club where The Rutles had their first gig; just round the corner thereâ€™s a certain Jerry Cornelius (The Cure for Cancer incarnation: white hair, black skin and teeth, panda skin coat); in Hyde Park thereâ€™s going to be a free open air concert fronted by the Purple Orchestra.
The plotâ€™s pretty slight, once again centring on the pursuit of a certain Crowleyesque magician who has gone by many names over the decades â€“ Carswell, Mocato, Haddo â€“ but itâ€™s the ride that matters. Oâ€™Neillâ€™s artwork is complex but stark, filled with cameos and jokes â€“ this is one comic where each panel rewards close scrutiny. Even before Mina goes off on a bad trip thereâ€™s a vaguely nightmarish aspect that the garish, neon-lit capital canâ€™t outshine.
Roll on the next instalment.