Glenn then, Clint now?
Fabry's Sláine was a revelation, at least by the time we'd reached Tomb of Grimnismal, and still that first run of The King, with Niamh, "Megrim" and all the personalities of the Sessair was like nothing we'd ever seen before. In a strip defined by the most magnificent variety of art, it remains breathtaking.
Unfortunately, I feel his incredible detail led Sláine down a specific path just as much as Bisley's paints did, so that in the post-Horned God era we were tied to ever more elaborate, exquisite densely-worked art (its apotheosis being his own Demon Killer), a standard that slowed the strip down to a visual pace that would have seemed impossible when McMahon and Bellardinelli were breezing along at the easel.
I don't like his Dredd much, and beyond that, there's not a massive amount for the HoT, although I've enjoyed his recent short stuff.
Langley has a similar obsession with hyper detail, and while I've disliked an unhealthy proportion of his stuff, so much of it is absolutely sublime, and brother there is a hell of a lot of it. I like him best when he hasan ink pen in his hand, and his ABC Warriors/RoBusters, Sexy Ostriches, Books of Invasions and particularly Lord of Misrule are all extraordinary. The less said about my thoughts on Flesh and some of his later Sláine the better, but I'm really looking forward to his work on Joe Pineapples.
It's a hard call for me, but I think Sláine's inauguration episode carries the day, even against the amazing world of colour that Books of Invasions created.
So Glenn 3, Clint 2.
