Trapped in legal hell for 20 years, it's almost as surprising and wondrous to find it back on our shelves as STRAY BULLETS. His was the shiniest-ever superhero art, bathed in bold black which benefits enormously for the infinitely improved production values, printed on the crispest of paper preventing any bleed. On top of its horrific Neo-Nazi / Cthulu antagonists it boasted a strong socio-political context, a deft cultural awareness totally in touch with the zeitgeist (Zenith would reinvent himself during each phase depending on what was the musical movement du jour) and appeared on the page blessed by one of Britain's best-ever artists, Steve Yeowell. This is even better than I remembered it to be, and I cherished it dearly back then. Actually, I'm not sure Zenith had any musical prowess but as the first phase kicks off he is at number three in the pop charts. Unfortunately I had none of Zenith's powers nor musical prowess. I even had the quiff and studded leather jacket. Perpetually preening, drunk and incorrigibly egotistical, ignorant and easily bored, I basically was young Zenith 25 years ago. "You don't understand what time can do to people."
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