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Comic review: Fetishman #18

March 17th, 2016 by Dave Bowling Comments


Writer/Artist: Geof Banyard
Publisher: Fulprint Imprinting Ltd

He‘s back. Unfortunately for all involved.

Yep, the world’s worst superhero team, consisting of a man in a skin-tight bondage suit with no arm holes in it and his dairy-free sidekick, are back. Once again, Fetishman and Lactose-Intolerant Boy are out to fight crime. Badly. Well he can’t even throw a punch, what do you expect?

And this time, with the mayor kidnapped by a gang of Evil Sex Nuns™ who are demanding “lots of perv-y stuff”  by way of ransom, it seems that for once the police actually need Fetishman. But with his car written off and the Bank Holiday bus schedule all over the place, it’s gonna be a long walk to the town hall. Maybe they’ll learn stuff and meet some interesting characters along the way. Or, as Lactose-Intolerant Boy puts it, “Aw crap! A bloody allegorical comic!”

Anyone who’s been to one of a variety of comic conventions around the British Isles over the last few years is likely to have bumped into the brilliantly eccentric Geof Banyard and his travelling steampunk and tea emporium The Island of Doctor Geof. Well, the good news is that his high level of cheeky eccentricity still carries over into a comic that’s been poking fun at the prudish in society for many years now. Although the story isn’t quite as downright hilarious as the last issue, there’s still lots of funny stuff. Just not for small children, the easily-offended or your granny.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a khaki army jacket that’ll cover the old beer gut. I need to sew me some First Tea Company stripes onto it…

4 out of 5 nerds

4 out of 5 nerds

Dave was born at an early age to parents of both sexes. He has been a self-confessed geek for as long as he can remember, having been raised through the 80s on a steady diet of Doctor Who, Star Trek, Red Dwarf and (sigh) Knight Rider. Throw the usual assortment of Saturday morning cartoons into the mix and we have something quite exceptional: someone with an encyclopaedic knowledge of utter tosh; a love of giant robots and spaceships fighting; and the strange desire to leap tall buildings in a single bound while wearing his underpants over his trousers. The death ray is currently in the works and one day you shall all bow to him, his giant space station and fleet of funky orange space shuttles...