|Review by Lily Fierro|
Dear Lord, what in the world is in Boston’s water that lead to the likes of both Tony Millionaire and Johnny Ryan?
Is it the overwhelming Puritanism?
Is it the oppressive champagne liberalism?
Is it the stifling false intellectualism?
Or does it all stem from the mania of the winter in the little town that could be a city?
Regardless of the cause(s), this city I once inhabited managed to produce two uniquely vulgar and quite famous cartoonists.
Both possess a defiant lewdness that makes me want to shower after reading their work, and both have an overwhelming penchant for fecal matter and venereal disease that gives me the heebie jeebies in the very worst way.
Both sing odes to the revolting and the shocking, and after reading Millionaire’s Maakies and Ryan’s Angry Youth Comix, I must say I am glad I’m no longer in the city that spurned these works.
In April of this year, Fantagraphics collected the first fourteen issues of Ryan’s Angry Youth Comix into a massive collection of excrement, puss, and piss. With beastiality, rape, prostitution, genitalia, and dismemberment added into that wonderful collection of liquid and semi-solid matter, Angry Youth Comix goes for the gold in tackling every imaginable taboo in the most overt and obnoxious way.
Angry Youth Comix focuses primarily on the boil-covered villain to society, Loady McGee. Loady McGee is a reprehensible layabout who does whatever he wants to fulfill his desires. He constantly torments his friend Sinus O’Gynus, and he has a tendency to throw temper tantrums that lead to random violence with a knife.
Oh, and the loveable Loady also loves to collect various parts of humans.
And beyond Loady, Angry Youth Comix also includes the tales of Boobs Pooter, the finest comedian. Like Loady, Boobs enjoys dismemberment and savors the occasion when he can wear other human’s parts.
Together, Boobs and Loady create a symphony of filth, revulsion, and shock.
After the first 30 pages of this 400 page collection of Angry Youth Comix, every new moment of mutilation, sexual assault, and/or bowel movement culminates into a disassociated state of ennui.
Everything in Angry Youth Comix aims to shock and the method in which to deliver the surprise and the horror remains the same across the entire collection of comics. Thus as each page passes, Loady becomes less horrific. Boobs becomes less heinous.
And, the Angry Youth Comix becomes a mastubatory excercise in disgust and contempt.
Sadly, lost in all of the awful, ickiness of Angry Youth are some single image comics that really did make me laugh, but unfortunately, these few moments of clever wit quickly fell into the shadow of the other comics focused on penises and shit.
I dare not call Angry Youth Comix a satire; it would have to make at least some keen observation underneath its extreme tactics to earn that label. Angry Youth Comix feels like the anal-fixated ruminations of a teenage boy who has far too much time on his hands and far too much despise for a humanity that he does not even know or understand.
It is the worst of bourgeois boredom with reality, for the only way Angry Youth Comix aims to entertain is through unchecked, superfluous hatred and repugnance towards others that could only come from a person who remains isolated from the rest of the world and cannot develop any level of empathy for others.
Now, enough with the discussion of the the violence and the excrement of Angry Youth Comix. I am going to wash my hands, go on a walk, talk to people, and attempt to be a contributing member of society and humanity.