Buzzard! #3, Reviewed. Crazy good, the best super-assassin British comic book.

Have you missed the potty-mouthed, shit-kicking, stylish scarfed semi professional-ish super-assassin? It’s not a bird and it’s not a plane, well it is a bird but only by name, that’s right it’s our favourite blade armed oik Buzzard!

That’s right, it’s come round much faster than any could have hoped, the wolf cave is howling once more. So get ready to step inside and get cosy, get your favourite reading paraphernalia ready, it's time to return to the anime-styled super-assassin comic that’s more British than a cup of Bovril, cucumber sandwiches, mugs of tea, fish and chips or elevenses. Spiffing huzzah fucknuts it’s Buzzard! Issue 3. Oh my giddy aunt it gets me revved up this series. Right if you don’t know about Buzzard! you're really missing out. It’s all kicking off on Kickstarter so it’s as good a time as any, maybe even the most opportunistic to jump onboard the balls out bonkers fury of action, comedy and assassinations that is this little beauty.

Around this time last year, we were first introduced to the endearing gobshite Erik Lincoln and here we are again with issue three, heck time flies when you have violent, breakneck speed, a hint of a squishy heart, fun. If you're completely new to the world of Buzzard you can find out how we feel about issue one and issue two here. Then come back for this review of issue three. Ta very much.

So, let’s start with the art. Ezequiel Assis is at it yet again setting a place firmly at the top of the table of Great British anime edged violence in monochrome. Assis, for me, is a dominant force of British yob/endearing rogue led violence, invoking “Keep calm and carry on” depictions of Brit Manga epicalness (sure it’s not a word but...). Ezequiel's punk underground stylings elements are so good they could get John Lydon off the butter. With each issue this art grows in polished presentation and is a world, I’ve mentioned before, to dropkick your eyeballs with ecstatic delight. The lines are somehow crisper, the action louder, the boldness more delightful and the details, well more detailed. This is clean-cut glorious comic book art of superb stylings. I’ve said it once but I’ll say it again, it’s a feast to be nibbled at that’s frightfully spiffing. Like a giant crumpet with a safety pin in a china mug.

Something I have failed to address in previous reviews are Erik's scarves, which in each issue grow more fashionable and offer hidden details of stylised beauty. They are little gems of character to enhance reactions and they're responsible face coverings to boot. Stellar stuff. For standout examples of the art in this issue there’s the fish hook grinned, eyebrow scarred debonair looking Rooker, the intimacy and landscape of the opening sequence has a real charm and, well. polka dot speedos are a clear fashion statement. I may be overreaching but there might be an easter egg in Erik's travel outfit that nods toward a certain straw hat adorned anime. Without a doubt, the most striking panel belongs to the second explosion depicted. I really, really like that panel. Mustn't forget Kals mum, that depiction of overbearing motherly concern full of realistic recognisable emotion. Assis delivers art with visual comedy, heart and ball stomping action within these pages.

Ok, right storytime. Andrea Wolf continues to elevate this fabulous world to loftier heights of rip-roaring entertainment. Built like an x-rated lego castle, issue three continues to push a strong and intriguing developing story. The sinister shadowy Nazi goings-on continues, the assassinations and high action return, the intimate relationship of brother and sister further develops, although Erik is preoccupied with some terribly troublesome thoughts and we even get to see a glimpse of Kals normal life. Andrea continues to deliver satire that plays with stereotypes without derogatory leanings, there's heartfelt human interaction, high octane action and chuckle and smile-inducing humour. There's even a hilarious deconstruction of Wuthering Heights. That’s right Emily Bronte's classic literature.

Erik's head full of messed up anxiety and off-kilter awkward humour adds more depth and re-establishes his normal side and his sexual status reveals a more ordinary teenager, well as ordinary as a bio-bladed Nazi hunter super-assassin can be.

As I often try, particularly with this series to avoid spoilers as best as possible, here's some questions raised and answered in this issue. Will Erik be able to cope with Mattie's human development? Who is King White snake? (definitely a what but Ha!) Can Erik avoid the Irish spirit? Is this a responsible way to assassinate? Will he actually be prepared for this job? How will Kal deal with his mother's ridiculous fears? How much classic literature does Erik enjoy? Not what, definitely who is the Pit? Camera phones are terrible for anonymity. Not a question, just an observation to note and enjoy. What the fuckery is the shifty, claims she's not a bigot but definitely is a bigot, Lady Bellman up to? Especially with my favourite stoner eggheads? Speaking of, Carolyne is looking particularly frazzled, is she ok? Anyway, that’s just some of the excellent story that is on offer here which once again I cannot recommend highly enough.

For fans of Britain, super-assassins, Ireland, stoner doctors, Wuthering Heights, bio-blades, assassinations, Nazi mystery, Ukrainian stewardesses and polka dot speedos there's only one thing for you and it’s Buzzard. I know I’ve asked a lot of you already but now it would be best to head over to Kickstarter to back this crazy good, best super-assassin comic book and join in with the only British independent party anybody should be associated with.

Review: 5/5