By Shane Rivett
Borderline #11 Review
Writer/artist Shane Rivett's statement of intent on page two tells you pretty much everything you need to know about this most audacious of British small press titles: 'I have despenced with the inks, computer ballooning and editing and done something that comes straight out of my mind on to paper and to the reader. Sinmakers isn't pro, it isn't perfect'. Rivett's stream-of-consciousness approach to his work (he refers to Sinmakers as a 'live comic') makes for a myriad of confusing plot lines, genuinely terrible lettering and a vast array of characters. But none of that stuff is really the point here, as what he offers is a powerful antidote to the anodyne nature of many currently published comics, be they professional or amateur. Rivett's a spiky punk rock 7" single kicking against the comics industry equivalent of progressive rock, full of pretentious concepts, fake rebellion and amateur creator so desperate to go professional they've left their balls, brains and spines behind long ago. Rough and ready? Yeah. An exciting, roller coaster read that will have you, by turns, scratching your head in bafflement, surprise and outrage? Too bloody right. The only person who knows what Sinmakers is about is probably Rivett himself. Suffice to say, it's a heady melange of super-powered psychics, graphic sex, lost childhoods and religious angst. And you really have to see the cover to issue three to believe it. The verdict: Never mind the bollocks... here's Shane Rivett.
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