
Another cracking prog in a run of fine form, IMO.
Dredd speeds along with a proper old-school vibe, Eglington's script hits just the right tone and Dyer continues to channel his inner Cam Kennedy to great effect.
Brink again is superb. Tense, literally claustrophobic, big ideas churning just below the surface and gear-shift at the end that works brilliantly.
Defoe is my favourite Mills strip in many years, and is lent a new vigour by MacNeil sepia-hued art. The script, unsurprisingly, heaves a little too much unsubtle commentary into the mix, but there's still much to enjoy.
Scarlet Traces focuses in on some personal peril after the large-scale action of the previous issue, and D'israeli, as always, handles both with care and skill.
Deadworld just oozes menace and decay, exactly as it should. I have no idea where Kek-W is going with this, which is all to the good and surprising considering we (at least notionally) know how this story plays out. The unshakeable feeling that This Will Not End well adds to the mounting sense of dread. No pun intended.
A fine prog, in a lengthy run of fine progs. Bravo.