Nathan is 23 and this is his first comic. Now, those who've been reading comics (especially mini-comics) for a long while know that that combination doesn't usually yield amazing results. But, hey, that's okay. I have yet to produce a comic that's all me so Nathan's definitely got me beat. The comic itself is a lowbrow, the-cops-suck, weed-rocks, bodily-fluids-are-funny sort of affair. You know what I'm talking about. Credited influences – apart from weed, chicks and booze, I mean – are Joe Matt and Ivan Brunetti, so maybe that'll give you some idea. it's not so much my glass of lager but there is promise and a few funny bits if you're not easily offended. I admire anybody who puts out their own comics and I know they'll appeal to other people more than me, but I'm also pretty certain that his comics will be more appealing all around with a little work. All in all, I think Nathan's off to a good start.

reviewed by Rick Bradford for poopsheet.blogspot.com

Let there always be an unending supply of punkety-rock comics zines, filled with angular guys flipping off snotty clerks in stores and grousing about their stupid neighbors and all. Here's one of them now. Nathan, who draws himself as a spiky-hair guy with a face like an electrical socket, isn't exactly Boris Vallejo when it comes to drawing, but for this sort of comics three-chord monte, skill is not needed or wanted. His takes on whores and menstruation can be obnoxious, but the story of a poor idiot trying to return a used sex toy is some funny stuff. Tear a hole in your jeans, sit in the corner of your crappy shared flat, and dig this comic.

reviewed by Mark Campos for poopsheet.blogspot.com

    There's not a lot to say about a comic zine like this. The art isn't all that great; the stories are overly self-referential and not terribly interesting. The layout is clean and there aren't any offensive jokes or drawings, but that's about all I can say in favor of this. Sorry.

reviewed by Casey Ress for Maximum Rocknroll #273, Feburary 2006