A strong debut with a compelling style... One of the particular joys reading comics offers is the chance of synchronicity between artistic style and thematic elements, and Harris offers that in abundance.

Surreal and enjoyable.

Shades of Tim Burton and Edward Gorey twine tantalisingly about Eustace, the blackly comic debut by Londoner S. J. Harris. Harris’ angular stylistics and feathered pencil work is outstanding.

There’s a sniff of the great Robert Aickman in the mix of brittle comedy with murky sexual threat, and the whole thing is beautifully conceived and illustrated. Disturbingly confident, too, in its refusal to quite make sense.

The darkness in Eustace creeps up on you unexpectedly.

We’re looking forward to convalescing with this one.

It’s a beautifully ugly book. The characters are intense, the story is a roller coaster of insanity and the art gives it a further depth that brings everything together. Perfect.

Both very English and engagingly surreal.