Robert Kirkman is one of the best writers in comics today. Maybe ever. The Walking Dead is one of the most consistently good - no, consistently excellent - monthlies on the shelves. He has a way of putting human pathos first, no matter what the backdrop is. Aside from his zombie magnum opus, he's given us the carnage filled superhero saga of Invincible, Marvel Zombies, and the campy monster-as-hero stories of the Astounding Wolfman. Even non-comic fans can find something to engage them in his four-color escapades. Now that my accolades are out of the way, I can tear into him for whatever Demonic is trying to be.

You see, Kirkman loves the 90's. More specifically, he loves 90's comics. As anyone who was reading comics in the 90's can tell you, this was a dark, dark time. Over-production of gimmicky titles and a surge of speculation in the possible value of 'rarities' lead to what was nearly a complete collapse of the market. If that's not enough of an indictment for this era of excess, the decade also brought us Spawn and about 700 different X-Men titles. You see, the seeds that Frank Miller and Alan Moore planted with their genius works flourished into a weed-ridden patch of imitators. Rather than seeing the nuance and high-minded literacy that came with a lot of these masthead titles, creators saw one thing - "Hey, let's make the character all dark and angst-ridden and it will sell! Let's throw some mindless violence in there, too!" As a result, we were swamped with lots of Punishers and Venoms and guys who killed with a gleeful grimace. Now, more than a decade later, I see 'Demonic #1', part of Top Cow's 'Pilot Season', gracing my local comic shop.
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