Today we command a fresh issue of Eerie Publishing wretchedness to rise from the dank netherworld, its yellow pages nearly crumbling when exposed to air and light. Yes, these mags were only meant to be read by moist cavern creatures – more newt than human; their bulbous eyes scanning pages by the glow of the phosphorous minerals veining their cave walls.
But what of the above cover for Tales Of The Tomb, Vol. 1 No. 7, September 1969? First, I can’t help but admire the dining technique demonstrated by our pointy-eared, mop-haired, daemon vampire. Notice how he grasps the skull by the eye sockets like a bowling ball for a firm hold? You aspiring youngsters out there looking to make your bloody mark – this is how the pros do it. We may ponder why the victim’s face crumbles away in pieces like rotten porcelain, but answers slither and slip away from the mind in such nightmares – as hard to grasp as the yoke of an egg floating in blood.But beware! The pink, vampiric, pig-bats are scampering in like blood-bloated maggots with legs and teeth!This first story, “Three Times Dead,” features a plot that howls in pure chaos. Question: If a one-eyed man is king in a kingdom of the blind, what manner of kingdom - on some grey shore - might it be where a one-armed man is king? Nothing to do with the story, really; I just love the image.
“Deadly Pickup” is a fine example of what a great inker can do with a lush head of hair. The story might be a bit of a telegraphed punch, but those 1950s Iger Shop artists could make any story worth the effort. Table of Contents offers this advice: ”Never, ever pick up a stranger, even one that is drowning in her own blood!” Sure. The first few times the situation arises, this is difficult advice to follow. But over time, and with practice, it gets easier and easier.
With that let us roll up the sidewalks in this moldering, little berg and bid fare the well until next time; when I will bring forth “Fangs of Fear” and “Cry From the Coffin!”