Let’s continue to pick over the maggot-incrusted leavings of Weird Vol. 11 No., March 1978. First, let’s consider “Coils of Terror,” a tale of yet another demented, scientific genius retreating into the jungle (well, attempting to retreat into the jungle, at any rate) to continue his horribly entertaining animal-hybrid experiments. Art is by Argentina-born Enrique Cristóbal.Looking at things objectively, it isn’t difficult to understand the marginal, balding scientist, Paul Vale’s, frustration. I mean, really. Blond god scientist, John Reid – obviously the darling of the scientific community - comes waltzing into Vale’s field laboratory with a gaggle of his groupies, wearing a trendy Hawaiian shirt, and starts blasting his revolver at anything that twitches. It would seem the stalwart Dr. Reid has found a way to crush his professional competition under the guise of noble intentions. Clearly, our "heroic" Dr. Reid can barely disguise his sense of triumph when he parks a round into Dr. Vale’s pet rabbit.
“Satan’s Dead Demons” boasts two Eerie Pub. standbys right off the bat: First, it has a sledgehammer title. Second, it has - for reasons that should be obvious (and please remember this blog is an escape to my early teenage, hormones-bouncing-of-the-insides-of-my-eyeballs self) - a simply magnificent splash page.And honestly, who could not secretly root for Satan’s demons in this story? I say crash the holy hell out that yuppie party. Go, demons, go, and drag to a pit of dripping slime all the young beautiful people stuffed to the gills with entitlement disorder! Art is by Alberto Macagno.
Oh, my dear, dear readers; was that not fine and as satisfying as any home-cooked meal? Next? I'll give you next, you greedy things. How does "Werewolf" and "Monster Town" suit you?