The Thousands

Introducing the world’s finest universal comic, Sup-Ho 1, from the legendary Dead Xerox Press reclusive island base, with no electricity, seven hours by boat from mainland NZ. In the creator’s own words this issue came out "a bit weird" but weird is what we like and… just because the printing has come out a little disjointed doesn’t mean this isn’t an ace read. Well, actually, it does, cos you can’t quite make out the words, but the important thing here is the genious leaping off the page in hand lovingly printed super magentas, sky blues and golden yellows, involving some kind of super hero, possibly a volcano and maybe a giant sun.

Each copy (surely an instant collectors limited edition if there ever was one) is bound as if a passport, a passport to a magical reality where you don’t need words to communicate amazing alternate technicolour realities. Here is a zine that doesn’t need 3D glasses, that spits on printing registration, that choses rounded edged pages over boring square ones, a comic that screams Chose Life [In All It's Imperfections].