Matt Furie’s cast of dudes look like animals because they act like animals in this creepy tribute to the lifestyle of the lazy, selfish, teenage male.
40 pgs B&W; $5 softcover
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While reading Matt Furie’s boy’s club, the Ween song "Boys Club" kept running through my head. The song (like plenty of other Ween songs) strikes the perfect balance between cheesy jingle and vaguely disturbing intent. In nearly the same way, the comic is drawn with a conspiratorial wink, even as it captures the yucky vibe of lazy, selfish, teenage male roommates who think that bodily fluids are the height of humor.
They look like animals because they act like animals, i.e., young men. Drugs, video games, TV, and snacks form the routine of their days. Brett watches pay-per-view porn, Pepe fixes himself a pathetic-looking "pizza bagel," Andy farts and burps, and Landwolf beats off in the shower. So it goes. boy’s club is a meandering glide through the lazy stoners’ ennui that claims their apartment.
The perpetually high-and-wearing-sunglasses Landwolf is the scene-stealer. He starts brushing his teeth, suddenly pukes in the sink, and leaves it for Pepe to discover later. He skateboards through the apartment naked, with his junk flopping around. He has freakout after freakout on drugs, and often imagines that his face is melting.
These dudes have the heads of animals, but they’re anything but cute. In fact they are, as a girl in junior high might say, gross. They reminded me of the overgrown adolescents in a Judd Apatow movie, minus the whiff of charm with which the director tries to imbue them. In other words, they’re the perfectly realistic lazy slobs that most guys are at that age.
Furie imagines their sophomoric, pathetic pranking and puking in a cryptic idiom that reaches a creepy, funny, absurd depth. He’s a natural for the Buenaventura Press stable of comic creators who wallow in dark weirdness. | Byron Kerman
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