By Hans Rickheit (Chrome Fetus Comix)
No ISBN: (Album PB)
This book is just like the previous one only much more so. If you feel compelled to carp on about it, please feel free to just form an opinion without reading any of the book itself just as you always do. We’ll be here waiting.
After many, many dreaming years the strangest of relations are again in print as Hans Rickheit moves into publishing his own books. Pumped, peculiarly primal and printed without recourse to editorial bumph or filler, Eustacia and Cochlea volume II offers the gathered sum of his ongoing webcomic, collated into a most beguiling and unsettling travelogue of the bizarre. As ever, think urgent journeys, surprise packages that MUST be opened, and constant forward – and occasionally sideways, downwards and upwards – motion. Sometimes, if the journey is the story, ceaseless forward motion and unleashed imagination is really all the narrative you need. Just ask Jack Kerouac, The Keystone Cops or Wile E Coyote…
At its rawest – and they usually are – Cochlea and Eustacia are incessant, tireless explorers, always seeking, opening things and persons they shouldn’t and finding peril without consequence. Meaning is not the guiding principle here, momentum is, and the landscapes they traverse are bleak mechanistic, vintage, inherently organic if not actually biological and only of relative safety, security and satisfaction. On the surface this is another debauched and scatological body-comedy employing geek horror based on commonplace dream phenomena and actions to shock, but it’s all cleverly (or perhaps simply instinctively!?) manufactured by an artist auteur with questions to ask.
Through exquisite drawing offering hyper focus on extraneous detail, married to obscure super clarity, the girls are subjected to terrors and ghastly sights, but at no stage do they think of quitting or turning back. There’s as much meaning as you can handle but no discernible plot, as the whole point is that dream states are endless progressions with recurring motifs attacked from different angles. My own is walking down an utterly familiar street to a specific destination only to find that somehow I’ve turned onto a sideroad that didn’t used to be there. Finding my way back takes forever and I never get to where I came from or where I want to be. Cop that one, Jung and Freud!
All you need to know is that a vast land of monsters, creepy mansions, bewildering drones and legions of clones are all undertaking their particular personalised Local Rules in a colossal universe whilst thriving inside a dystopian survivor with the face of a teddy bear. Everything inside that scavenging explorer is looking for something. Amidst Things within Things all hollow-framed with detailed surfaces are dangerous pursuers and body-mod devotees, also on vital but inexplicable missions. Nightmare creatures scurry over weird gizmos with surrealist death symbolism, as fields of skulls and bones cover immeasurable exteriors and interiors. Hardly housebroken creatures, C&E prefer the equally endless domestic interiors but it’s not always up to them. Trust is never an issue. Oh, it must also be confirmed that Cochlea and Eustacia are far from unique in their look, drives, wild abandon or presence…
Exotically rendered but highlighting the literal vacuousness of its leads – these are no Ladies! – there is no deeper meaning for these questers, just anxiety, pursuit and search in extremely detail, but all they find is thrown away and forgotten once out of sight. Everything in their reality is anticipatory and lives in nested dolls subsumed in or fleeing from another shell. Yes, you’re probably focussing on the peek-a-boo nudity, but shake off ribald smutty schoolboy jokes. This deshabille is defanged and deprived of the porn markers that would make it tawdry, sordid or sad. Here is a level mirroring saucy postcard or Carry-On cinema caper, not thinly veiled violence against women but an assault on manners, etiquette, expectation and moral strictures.
Think Herriman’s Krazy Kat, (André Francois) Barbe or the most tripped out, freewheelin’ of Underground Commix and just follow in their wake until you get to where they’re not going…
All contents © Hans Rickheit 2025.
Today in 1921 kids comic genius Warren Kremer (Riche Rich, Hot Stuff the Little Devil, Stumbo the Giant, Ewoks, Planet Terry) was born, sharing the date with historian and founder of comics fandom Dr. Jerry Bails in 1933; cartoonist Bob Weber (Moose and Molly) in 1934; Italian author Alfredo Castelli (Mister No, Martin Mystère) in 1947; Writer/editor Tom DeFalco (Spider-Man, Thor, Fantastic Four, Spider-Girl) in 1950 and Indonesian artist Sami Basri (Voodoo, New Titans, Birds of Prey) in 1979.
This date in 1965 saw the first episode of The Spider in UK weekly Lion, the launch in 1992 of Canadian romcom strip Fisher by Phillip Street and in 1999 the final instalment of prestigious detective strip Rip Kirby.