My rating: 4 of 5 stars
A collection of stories wherein James Newman channels his “inner teenager” (You know the one I mean. The kid that sits at the back of the class in the heavy metal t-shirt, makes rude noises and knows all the latest “grosser than gross” jokes) and the ghost of Robert Bloch in an unholy threeway of corrupt creativity, dark horror and darker humor as he explores the human side of the genre in these twisted tales of madness, mayhem and sick slapstick.
Highly recommended for any fan with an inner teen who still laughs at fart jokes.
And who doesn’t?
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