I liked the cover - the devil with a martini and goatee. I even liked the threat to potential reviews that Satan would strike me down if I gave it a bad review but my liking it ended there. I am taking the chance of the Infernal One casting his evil spell upon me to tell you not to spend your hard-earned British pound. This comic was a good idea - make fun of peace punk bands and hell. But it wasn’t sarcastic enough to be funny. A couple of good lines do not a comic make. A vampire comes to bite a girl in her bedroom and is disturbed by his cell phone - a call from the coffin lid repairman who, by the way, doesn’t work nights. Yea, a nice hit on the cell phone culture that we (collective meaning alive, dead, and undead) have become. But that’s a little passe. Wasn’t cell phone use out of control in the mid 1990's? The artwork looks like XXX(Strip)Burger, for those of you who that means anything to. It’s black and white, odd-shaped faces with lots of detail (i.e. eyebrows and sculptured cheeks). Not my scene. So decide for yourself if a cool cover is worth the “concealed US currency” that you have to send. I would say no and if you don’t hear from me it’s because Beezelbub has cursed me for this bad review. (Slab-O-Concrete Publications, PO Box 148, Hovem BN3 3DQ, UK; <mail@slab-o-concrete.demon.co.uk>)