The fact that nobody has thought of this idea before is an example of its simplistic genius. Take the concept of the 27 club of musicians who died before their time and put a twist on it; introduce a guitarist who’s suffering from an affliction that prevents him from playing and watch his journey to recovery. But then you add the weird supernatural elements and you have yourself one of the most intriguing books of the year. This should be one hell of a mini-series. Is there a flaw, you ask? Only one: The art isn’t great.