What can I say? Mr. Goldfarb—or should I say the slow poisoner—has done it again. Delightfully macabre is how the pen of the poisoner works. The first comics I laid my eyes on took my brain out of my skull and into the wonderfully disturbing and delightfully colorful world of Ogner Stump. This latest book, though lacking in the wonderful visual that I’ve grown so fond of, is a pearl in the twisted shell of storytelling that the Poisoner is. I must admit that I’m only in chapter six, but the rain of skull-headed frogs that comes down on the hoof-footed farmer Slogg that he fries into tasty treats that causes one to form eyes where eyes are unaccustomed to is oh so bizarre. The deformed redneck characters who pop up as the story goes on urges the reader to flip the pages faster and faster. Characters in a Goldfarb story carry a mystic quality that float in a dimension two doors over and one down. Somehow a female in this book can be deformed and yet still be as sexy as any dancer in a seedy club. On top of this attractive book, the Slow Poisoner has produced a masterful work of mystic music woven into a delightful story where the music plays hauntingly second fiddle to the love story of the spirit world that is Lost Hills. Mr. Goldfarb is a master of the craft and a dedicated entertainer who continues to push the bounds of the mystic world. (eraserheadpress.com, theslowpoisoner.com)