TBE1991: The Cheese Heads

The Cheese Heads (1991) #1-5 by Nick Craine

Let’s see whether I remember how to do these blog posts… it’s been a while.

Err… is that white balance correct? Perhaps it was a mistake to use a green background here…

But let’s read the first four pages together.

So, OK, very mysterious. And this seems to have been drawn for a different form factor — looks magazine format-like, so you get these huge borders at the bottom.

I did not read this series at the time. First of all, I was at university, so I couldn’t really afford to buy everything I wanted to read. But second: I didn’t want to read this, because I assumed that it was yet another unambitious book based on the name, which reminded me of:

The infamous Rock Heads from Solson Publications, done at the height of the Black And White Boom And Bust.

I know, that’s stupid, but that’s life for you.

Hm… I think I have to adjust the light when I’m taking these snaps… but I’m too lazy to redo these pics.

Anyway, this starts off pretty well? We get these mysterious cheese head characters, and they’re on a mission, and there’s intrigue. And the artwork is engaging — it’s got that 90s indie thing going on, but also has echoes of, like, Rick Geary? And also… I’m getting Mauretania Comics vibes? Which are the best vibes.

It’s got that oblique way of moving from panel to panel, where things connect somehow, but tentatively.

Tragedy Strikes would publish Reactor Girl, but here it’s advertised as being published by Extra Small Press? Which is true! Huh; didn’t know about that… I think I’ve gotta try to find that.

Angst-ridden and post-modern. Right.

I’m not sure how much of this book was planned, but my guess would be “not a lot”. It flows from one non sequitur to the next more than anything.

But there’s also these pretty gruesome scenes. I wonder whether the inspiration is more from other comics like Flaming Carrot than from movies and literature?

Craine tries to do a lot of different things over these issues, and not everything is quite successful. Like this spread where a bomb goes off. It’s cool the way the panels fall from the sky, but it doesn’t really read “explosion”.

I’m also starting to wonder whether Craine is a Cerebus fan.

It’s not all Cheese Heads. Each issue has a few pages of the God Is A Plain Clothed Man serial, which is a lot less goofy than the main series.

And look who shows up in a back-up feature: Carol Swain! Her artwork is really badly reproduced, though.

There’s a call for submissions for Reactor Girl, which is now being published by Tragedy Strikes. The theme is the modern urban environment.

Yes… Cerebus.

Hah! Craine even namechecks Gerhard, and that wallpaper does look kinda like somebody’s trying to do a Gerhard wallpaper. But I guess Craine is Canadian? So it’s natural that he’d be reading Cerebus…

Like I said, Craine sure tries a lot of different things, and that’s entertaining, but often it’s just kinda unclear what we’re meant to see. Here the cop on the bike seems to have a bright explosion in his chest… but is that because that cheese head shot him? (Spoiler: No; he was apparently pulled to… heaven… or something.)

Ah — Craine had previously done two years of Cheese Heads strips for a student newspaper. And the plan was for Cheese Heads to run at least 20 issues.

Ah, the colours on the first issue weren’t supposed to be out of register like that…

I guess that explains why they did a second edition of the first issue (but I don’t have that one).

And then the cheese heads encounter a very tiny man, and the cop is in heaven. Honestly, at this point I thought it seemed like Craine had rather lost interest in the book — there’s a difference between inspired oddness and “eh, whatever”, and this seems a bit on the “eh, whatever” side.

Nice joke about dramatic lighting in TV series, though.

In the fifth issue we get a guest appearance by Dishman by John MacLeod. And basically nothing of interest happen, but they probably had fun collaborating?

And then the series end in the time honoured comics way: With a box saying “Continued…”.

Was Pickle to be Black Eye’s most celebrated title? They published so much good stuff (if I remember correctly) that I guess the competition is stiff. Perhaps Berlin?

Oh, the Crash magazine was originally to be published by Vortex Comics?

It was published by Drawn & Quarterly instead (and only lasted two issues).

OK, that’s it for The Cheese Heads. It’s very much one of those series somebody straight out of art school would make — there’s a lot of references, there’s some poetry, there’s a lot of Lynchian mystery floating around… and there’s not really a lot of direction.

But it certainly shows promise — and it is a pretty good read.

Comics Scene CSV2-029, page 13:

Mafia widow with a nuclear
device hidden in her leg? A
tiny Barney Miller lookalike
living in a car glove compartment? A
government agent with the words
“CIA” etched into his forehead?
Hopefully, the average comics reader
hasn’t met many people like those
who inhabit the twisted world of The
Cheese Heads, published bi-monthly
by Tragedy Strikes Press.
This series, by 20-year-old cheese
wiz Nick Craine, originated as a
comic strip in Craine’s native
Ontario, Canada.
“It began as a strip for The Ontari-
on, the University of Guelph newspa-
per,” says Craine. “Guelph is sort of
the sound of wet cement with your
shoe in it. The strip was originally
based on angst-ridden university stu-
dents, and it has grown from that
loose premise. It was a gag strip that
now has a dark, morose feel.
“The phrase ‘cheese head,’ ”
adds
Craine, “is considered an insult to na-
tives of Wisconsin, the ‘Cheese State.’
I took it quite literally and designed
three characters with cheese for
brains.
Once Craine decided upon the di-
rection for The Cheese Heads comic
book, he reworked his three nameless
title characters, whose personalities
vary from contemptible to timid to
asinine.

[…]

it seems The Cheese Heads tread
far from the path taken by most
comics, it just may be due to the
array of influences behind it.
“Dan Clowes’ Eightball is a really
nice piece of work,” says Craine. “All
the good things that can be said about
it have already been said. I started
reading Robert Crumb over the last
two-and-a-half years in Fantagraph-
ics’ reprint books. I love Monty
Python’s Flying Circus, but I don’t
think I could duplicate that humor.
It’s so original, it can’t be imitated.
Bob Burden’s Flaming Carrot ICS #2
& #211 is probably one of the first
indie books I ever picked up. It was
too weird to be true! IVackiness for
wackiness’ sake!”
As Craine began publishing his
own series, he made an effort to learn
more about comics history, which, he
says, “was like discovering a whole
new world.” But it was a fellow
Canadian who provided the jolt he
needed to get his ideas from his head
to paper.
“What really got me into doing
comics in the first place,”
says
Craine, “was Dishman, about a ninth-
grade history teacher who has the
power to clean dishes by telekinesis.
He looks for crime to battle and
instead finds young kids smoking and
tells them what a bad habit it is. It
comes off beautifully. The book is by
John McLeod, who’s also from
Guelph. Here’s a guy in my home
town publishing his stuff for next to
nothing. John’s a real inspiration.”

Rich Kreiner writes in The Comics Journal 161, page 101:

Michael Allred (creator of Grafik Muzik
back then and Madman Adventures right now)
is more fond of Nick Craine’s The Cheese
Heads than I. Allred notes the excitement of
“story and art brought together in one clear
vision” and “its unique style vibrating raw
energy.” As these are attributes One might well
ascribe to Allred’s own work, the approbation
deserves some attention since it could indeed
take one to know one.
I can’t quibble with anything that Allred
says specifically. It’ s just that I prefer
my clear visions and style vibrating
raw energy with a surer sense ofdirec-
tion and purpose— as in Allred’ s own
material — than has thus far been
revealed in the five issues Of The
Cheese Heads.

[…]

Things often pick up, however, when the
stars aren’t around. Certain scenes, especially
later in the run, are marvelously choreographed:
issue #3, which sports a terrific cover, has an
exquisitely paced sequence in which a Cheeser
reveals himself. In fact, there’s sufficient op-
portunity to believe that the book is materially
advancing. Whetherbycreativechoiceorreader
acclimation, the fathomable seems to have eS-
tablished something of a foothold. Issue #5,
with another great cover, is the run’ s high point,
likely no coincidence as it features the “most
explosive crossover event Of a lifetime” when
the Cheese Heads mooch a cigarette from John
MacLeod’s Dishman. Several issues have also
featured snippets of Craine’s “God is a Plain
Clothes Man” which is steeped in atmospheric
observation; progressing at a rate slightly slower
than the Cheese Heads’ road show, it has yet to
gain momentum. (Craine does prosper under
the rigors Of collaboration, as evidenced in
Reactor Girl #3’s “Still Life,” where he is
guided by author Sylvia Markle-Craine, his
mom.)

Wizard Magazine 025, page 114:

Art Director Nick Craine is the creator of what can
probably be called Tragedy Strikes’ flagship title, The
Cheese Heads, despite many aspects that would apparently
make it an unappealing comic. It is the one Tragedy
Strikes comic that is not directly related to mini-comics
(although it has featured a guest appearance from Dish-
man), and it is the company’s most distinctive and rec-
ognizable title. The Cheese Heads is a bizarre, surreal
road trip featuring three nameless characters who liter-
ally have cheese for brains! Despite these unconventional
qualities that would seemingly detract from the comic’s
appealability, The Chæse Heads is one of Tragedy Strikes’
more accessible books.

I don’t think this series has been collected.

[Edit some months later:]

I couldn’t resist tracking down the second printing of the first issue — the original cover had been misprinted, so to make up for that (or something), a new version was printed a year later. I can’t imagine that made any sort of business sense — surely they wouldn’t expect to sell more than a handful of copies of this? But perhaps they just wanted to have a nice set…

But the series was cancelled with the fifth issue anyway, and nothing was resolved storywise, so it’s not like there was a “set” to sell anyway. (But they probably didn’t know that the series was going to be cancelled when they did this…)

So we get new covers, and two new pages that explain how this series came to be. And these two new pages sort of recap the entire series, too…

And then a new pinup.

And a back cover by Michael Allred.

So that’s all very nice and stuff, but like… uhm…

OK, I’m done.

This blog post is part of the Total Black Eye series.

Total Black Eye

Winter is coming, so I think it’s time to do another blog series about old comics.

I did have some problems deciding what comics publisher to go for this time. Eclipse Comics was in many way the ideal publisher for this sort of thing — a wide variety of comics in various formats and genres, and most of the comics are pretty forgotten these days. But I’ve run out of companies like that. Somebody suggested First Comics, but that seems kinda dull. Sure, they published some fun stuff, but the series had a tendency to go on and on and on out of inertia, apparently.

An ideal publisher is one that 1) published a bunch of comics that I want to re-read, and 2) had stuff that I haven’t read at all before.

So I’m seeing just three publishers left, really: Drawn & Quartery (but pre-2000, only, because after that it’s mostly graphic novels, and writing about a graphic novel is basically doing a review, and I hate doing reviews), Pirahna Press (the DC imprint did a lot of weird stuff), and, yes, Black Eye.

Black Eye Books started off as Tragedy Strikes Press (and I’ll be covering those issues, too), but then tragedy struck, they split up and Black Eye rose out of the ashes.

They didn’t publish all that many series — they existed between 1991 and 1998… and then ressurrected a couple years ago! So I’ll be doing all the 90s books, and then all the new books as well, probably.

It was an interesting era in many ways — and probably the hardest decade ever to publish comics. It was after the enthusiasm of both the Direct Market had run out, and after people stopped hoping for another mainstream blockbuster like Maus, too. So there was a lot of tentative “is it possible to publish this thing now? how about this thing?” and the answer to most of those questions was “no”. It wasn’t until Persepolis/Fun Home that people figured out how to do comics publishing again, but by that time Black Eye had gone under.

(While pulling out the “Black Eye” shortbox to snap the pics for this blog post, I did happen upon some publishers I haven’t previously considered doing — like Alternative Comics and Aeon/Mu… Hm… Perhaps those are possibilities, too. Next winter, though.)

I’ll be aiming for one post per day, so this blog series should last about a month.

Oof

Last night I heard a beeping sound FROM HELL. I thought it was the fire alarm going off or something, but after checking those and seeing nothing, I narrowed the location down to the cupboard where I have my RAID disk things. I hit the off button on the RAID computer, and sweet silence returned.

I didn’t try to investigate further, because the noise was horrific and was probably audible throughout the entire apt building. (And what’s up with that, anyway? The reason you have a RAID setup is so that it’s possible to keep using it even if one of the disks die, but you can’t when it’s making so much noise, and most RAID things make that much noise, and you often can’t switch it off. I think Alanis made a song about that: 🎶 It’s like a RAID box / that you have to turn off 🎶).

Today I took a look at it, and the LSI MegaRaid card doesn’t even show up in lspci. It’s dead as a dodo. And the snap above shows the probable reason: The cooler on the CPU of the RAID card has fallen off! So the RAID CPU is probably cooked?

Anyway. Time to buy a new card… this model is out of production, but it seems like there’s a ton of them on ebay (and cheap, too). Hopefully it doesn’t have to be an exact match — I’m not actually using the RAID bits from the card, but am instead running it in JBOD mode with soft RAID over it: I’ve been bitten by proprietary RAID solutions before.

*crosses finger*

This RAID has all the movies that I rip from blurays and DVDs, so I won’t be able to watch any movies until I get the new card… Well, OK, I do have backup of the RAID, but I don’t want to actually use that to watch anything. I mean, it’s backup — if something happens to it, it’s be even more EEK.

Hardware, eh? Eh?

I guess I’ll have to read comics the next week.

October Music

Music I’ve bought in October.

Hey! I got a lot of music this month…

Pescado Rabioso - Artaud (1973) (Álbum Completo)

The Pescado Rabioso album was fun… I mean, it has a fun shape.

Nia Archives - Unfinished Business (Official Video)

But the Album of the Month is definitely the Nia Archives album. I was really into jungle back in the days, but it seemed to disappear after two months, didn’t it? That is, the basic rhythms were incorporated into the BBC Sound Archive to signify “urban” in all TV series from 1995-2000, and the major artists in the genre decided to go prog (looking at you, Goldie), so it all petered out so fast. (Before turning into something else with eski/two step/etc.)

The Nia Archives album poses the question: What if you just dropped some really, really catchy tunes over a really, really 1993 jungle backdrop? The results are just perfect.

More, please. And don’t turn into prog this time around.

The Lencinho EP is fun, too — Brazilian tunes under a 90s post-shoegaze glaze of fuzz.

Fontaines D.C. - In The Modern World

Disappointment of the month, but I’m not really surprised because I’ve read a lot of reviews saying it’s their best album yet: The new Fontaines DC album is absolute crap.

And:

Closer look at their new look:

Yeah, they’re taking the piss, and you have to give them some kudos for that, but does that extend to their album as well? Is the album a piss-take, too? I’m not sure, but it sure is awful.

Comics Daze

Hey, the world is going to end in six days because Kamala can’t make herself say “this might be controversial, but I’m actually against genocides”, so it’s time to read some comics, I guess.

Lencinho: Belo Lo-Fi

06:29: Š! #53 (Kuš)

This issue is all Czech artists, I think…

It’s a denser issue than normally, but such a lot of excellent stuff in here…

Xiu Xiu: Rise

The standout is perhaps this piece by Barbora Müllernová, which is just kind of magical.

But it’s all good. Another excellent issue of Š!.

Julie Tippetts & Martin Archer: Vestigium

07:02: Gangway! by Emil Friis Ernst

Wow.

This is really kinetic… I wonder whether it’s inspired by Yuichi Yokoyama? It’s got that propulsive thing going.

It’s great, but should have been like 10x longer.

Oh, and there’s a print included… I apparently scored the last copy? 200/200.

07:08: Rompepistas by Rosa Codina/Kiko Amat (Ablaze)

I’ve really started looking a Ablaze’s listings the last year — they publish a lot of things that seem interesting, but then turn out to be kinda half-assed. Like… really atrocious translations or slapdash formats or whatever.

The translation here seems OK, though, but did we really need that “*Carnaval” footnote? And when we do need an explanation — for Rompetistas’s name — we just got a “*Breaker”. Breaker? Like the CB thing? Or a circuit breaker? Or what? How is that a name?

As usual, the physical book is violently indifferent — the aspect ratio isn’t quite right, so we get a too-tall border at the top, and they’ve used a really shiny, thin white paper which is all kinds of wrong for a book like this.

I’m guessing this is the reason this book exists. Not that there’s anything wrong with taking grants.

Oh, the contents of the book… It’s kinda OK? It’s a typical coming-of-age thing, but is thoroughly unconvincing. This is supposed to be a 17-year-old, and his narration is like something regurgitated from four decades of self help books or something.

But it’s OK. It’s got several scenes that work, so it doesn’t get too annoying.

Oren Ambarchi: Quixotism

08:10: Nunavik by Michel Hellman (Pow Pow Press)

I was briefly in Montreal a couple weeks ago, and I stopped by a couple comics shops, of course. At Librarie Planete Bd they had a nice little section with comics from Quebec, and this is one of those books.

And I bought some chocolates from Les Chocolats de Chloé, which is around the corner from that comics shop. I’m having a totes Quebecois moment here.

Heh heh.

This book is basically one of those travel thingies — the author goes to the way north of Quebec and does the story about his er adventures there.

It’s fun! Hellman doesn’t do anything revolutionary with the form or anything, but it’s really entertaining and seems well-observed. You really feel what the trip was like.

And it’s intensively interesting. There’s so many things I didn’t know — I had no idea that the Dorset people existed, for instance.

*nine thumbs up*

(The chocolate is good, too. Not very distinctive flavours in the ganache, though.)

Joan as Police Woman: The Deep Field

09:07: Passe-Temps by Pascal Girard (Pow Pow Press)

So I’m staying in Quebec for the next book…

This is, I guess, strips from Girard’s sketchbook?

It’s extremely slice-of-life, but these bits are pretty funny — like this woman exhorting him to not buy baby formula (a breast-feeding fanatic), and then him telling her that his wife is dead.

Sometimes I wonder whether he exaggerates his foibles, because after a while I’m sort of getting pretty annoyed with Pascal… I mean, his behaviour.

It’s pretty good, though. When was the last time we had a “real” book from him, though? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? But he works as a social worker now, so perhaps he just doesn’t have the time…

Oh, his last solo work was in 2013. Oh well.

Charli XCX: Charli

10:40: Disciples of the Soil by B. Mure (Avery Hill)

Oh, I’d almost forgotten how much I love the colours in this series.

It’s a pretty confusing read, though. I’m not sure whether that’s on purpose (I don’t mind being confused) or whether that’s because I’ve totally forgotten what happened in the previous books. It’s about building a tunnel, and there’s a strike, and… there’s something about magic?

And then when things are starting to happen, the book ends and we get “to be continued in the next book”.

I mean, it’s good stuff, and I enjoyed reading it, but it’s a bit frustrating.

11:00: Cutting Season by Bhanu Pratap (Fantagraphics)

This is a collection of short, oblique pieces — I don’t think they relate to each other?

The mixture of more abstract grotesques and precisely observed environments is kinda hypnotic.

And it’s also funny.

Great stuff.

Pescado Rabioso: Artaud

11:14: Rust Belt Review Volume 6 edited by Sean Knickerbocker

I got this from here.

This is an oversized anthology, and most of the stories are autobio or autobio adjacent. Many of them seem er oddly sinister? Like the one above; like if disaster is always lurking in the corner…

While the approaches vary, it has a kind of unified tone. And it’s not a typical anthology these days.

Most of the pieces are pretty straightforward, but this Alex Nall thing has an unnerving spiralling thing going on. Gripping.

Oooh Maggie Umber.

In short: A compelling anthology.

12:02: The Second Safest Mountain by Otava Heikkilä (Quindrie Press)

I quite like the artwork and the way the story flows.

However, every page has like a blinking honking huge text saying METAPHOR METAPHOR going, and it’d fucking annoying.

Pile: Hot Air Balloon

12:13: Peepee Poopoo #1 by Caroline Cash (Silver Sprocket)

Did Cash win all the awards for best everything this year? I think so?

It’s the fourth issue (I think), and it’s still going strong — I mean, that’s not a surprise.

It’s fab. More please.

David Bowie: Rock’n’Roll Star (2)

12:25: Ninja Sarutobi Sasuke by Sugiura Shigeru (New York Review Comics)

Very prescient the way he predicted future lyrics.

Anyway, this is extremely not my kind of thing? It’s one non sequitur after another, which is the typical 50s/60s Japanese comics gag way, and I just find it annoying in the extreme.

Perhaps it’s genius! I’ll never know, because I ditched it after 30 pages.

12:47: Kommix by Charles Burns (Fantagraphics)

This is Burns’ book of “fake covers”… and I find myself enjoying this a lot more than I thought I would? Especially the “Tintin”/X’d Out covers which seem to hint at a larger storyline… But of course, that’s the Burns magic: You look at one of his images and they evoke so much.

Many of the covers could be called straightforward gags, though.

But I mean… OK, this is a great book. Fine.

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282: The Funeral Pudding

12:55: Ultimate Spider-Man: Married With Children by Hickman/Chechetto/Messina/Wilson (Marvel Comics)

I noticed that this series has gotten a lot of attention on Twitter, so I thought I might as well give it a go.

Gah, Marvel can’t keep the same artist on for a six issue arc, even?

I have read exactly zero (0) of the original “Ultimate” comics, but I believe that the point of that universe was to allow new readers to read fun super-hero stories without all that backstory baggage?

Well, that’s not what this is. The main point of the six issues collected here seems to be to allow readers to go “there’s that character I know, only slightly changed! And there’s that other character I know, only slightly changed!” That is, it’s for Real Fans Only.

But OK, surely they can tell a fun super-hero story in this universe anyway?

Oh my god. It’s so jarring when they drop in a different artist… It just completely ruins whatever thing they had going. And especially this other artist who seems to insist on using copy/paste on his drawing pad at the slightest provocation.

Surely this has to nix out any hope of having the paperback becoming a perpetual seller? But perhaps that’s not something they were going for here at all, because…

… this book isn’t a story at all: It’s a fucking exposition dump and an “introduction” to the set-up. But they didn’t even get through that — I’m betting they’re going to continue infodumping at the readers for the entire run on the book.

They got as far as giving Spider-Man the name Spider-Man, and then the book ended.

The book is so fucking awful. Nothing happens except “oh, here’s a reference”, and one third of the artwork is horrible.

Fontaines DC x Massive Attack x Young Fathers: In benefit of Doctors Without Borders

13:49: The End

OK, that’s enough comics for today. The day started off really well, but what a downer at the end there.