A buffet of links for your dinner-party consumption:
Phillip Marsden — Some say Philipus Marsdanum is the name of an underground collective of mole people. Others say Phil is an artist and illustrator from Liverpool who has boasted many accomplishments, the most prestigious of which being his work with Jack Fallows on Blackout 1, 2 and 3. Whatever your opinion, Jack feels like smearing honey on his eyes and approaching an angry bear whenever Marsden puts out something new.
Go to his website! Live in his shadow forever more!
Tim Eggleston — Wired to perfection, this sentient being of artificial intelligence is Apple's greatest hardware release of the decade. Capable of functioning under even the vaguest and most pedantic of prompts, the iTim can build a website for you to the highest standard, and in the fastest time. Available in three colours.
Unterwelt Comics — Former 1940's Russian spy Gary Bainbridge now spends his days advancing the gripping body of noir-stories for which he is so notoriously known. Hurtling forwards with the insane determination of a Kamikaze bomber and the sporadic realism of a Philip Marlowe portrait created by Franz Kline (on the Tyne Bridge), Mr. Bainbridge and his co-pilot Chris Jones are what makes up the consistently-excellent and unnervingly productive Unterwelt Comics Enterprise. Folgen sie dem link!
Andy Waugh — Andy Waugh was once a talented, witty, succinct and hilarious comic book artist. Then, a fateful day arrived when the ghost of Odin's beard attacked him on the quiet streets of Scotland, attaching itself to his face and controlling his mind ever since. Mostly, that means he's a talented, witty, succint and hilarious comic book artist, except with more swearing. But he has also been known to go stampeding, broadsword in hand, through the open marshlands near his thatched-roof hut, screaming unintelligable Norse translations of his favourite 80's movies one-liners.
Paper Jam Comics Collective — The PJCC, as the hipper douchebags of our generation refer to it, is the unstoppable comics juggernaut that is rising in the North of England to level the surrounding lands and hoist its flag of dorkdom high into the heavens, stained with the blood of its enemies. They gather every two weeks in the dungeon of the Travelling Man comic store in Newcastle, wearing robes, chanting war cries and plotting conspiracies so intricate that terror-stricken agents from Marvel and DC have tried to infiltrate the group only to have their puny minds warped with terror. This is small press in truly mammoth proportions, brother. Be there or be un-square.
