This book hits every note of genre fiction awesomeness, with a flaming sledge hammer. The ghost rider brothers are teaming up, learning to be best pals, poppin’ wheelies, you know the dope sh*t. The son of Satan swings a flamming trident around while his hot ex-girlfriend’s fires a gun made of meat and bone all the while her thong poping out of the top her jean skirt. This bawdy broad is my new comic book crush (don’t tell Jean Grey). The Gun Nuns are there, giant eyeballs abound, demons tromp from heaven to hell. Jason Aaron writes flame head better than anyone ever and Boschi’s art is just grimy enough to convey the dust of the desert and the grease of the oil pan. If you don’t like this, you don’t like fun!