I fell in love with this comic right about page one, and then just kept falling. The story is smart, the characters feel lively and real, and the art is moody and lovely. One hell of a winning recipe. On top of that the story becomes truly creepy as the mysteries, and the monsters, reveal themselves. Gentrification horror at its finest.
Sharply observed satire. The book pokes fun at the zeitgeist with a sharp stick in a manner reminiscent of Jordan Peele’s film Get Out.
A brilliant meteor of a graphic novel. Vibrantly drawn and perfectly paced, this comic is as compelling to read as the story is necessary to hear. Simultaneously delivering visceral horror, cutting satire and a nuanced interrogation of urban gentrification, BTTM FDRS gives classic weird fiction a much needed tune-up. A truly tremendous ride.
Daniels and Passmore bring their satirical acumen and sense of the macabre aspects of society to their first collaboration. The medium is the monster and the mastery of its use are utterly apparent in this powerful sequential manifesto.
Creepy and charming, it mashes up oozy, sick horror and dark, politically barbed comedy. It does all this with a cast of distinctive characters, funny, stinging dialogue, and moments of queasiness built around a body horror conceit: that of a building that literally gets inside your guts. It’s one of a kind.