Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry. Cover, covers, cover, covers. Fringe on top.
An otherworldly image from the young superstar behind Old City Blues. And it arrives just in time for the big-giant-head resurgence heralded by Prometheus. I love how tiny Prophet is in this image, reinforcing just how sprawling this brave new world truly is.
It’s heartening to see Rachel Rising jettison the super-saturated green of its first arc of covers in favor of something a little less…that. This sickly yellow sky is much easier on the eyes. As a result, that blood red swath of grass is far more striking. Totally unnerving in the best of ways.
The Black Beetle takes flight! The sheer pulp quotient is so high you might miss the dirigible floating over the city-scape. It’s weird typing this, but I like the compositional cues created by the skylights and the swastika emblem. It suggests additional movement beyond the tussle at center. Lastly, those colors. It’s an unusual palette, but I love that turquoise against the chocolatey red.
There’s always been this strange sexual tension between Lucy and Snoopy. It’s not quite present in Peppermint Patty’s misguided attraction in the dugout. So there’s something extra to the fury displayed here.
I love that these covers read as buttons. That you slam with the meat of your fist. To activate something. To initiate something drastic and potentially catastrophic.