From Publishers Weekly
A superhero team book like no other, Kochalka's gleefully disjointed romp explores what a group of young, confused people with superpowers would probably actually do, which is to say what the ones without superpowers tend to do: spend all their time playing cruel social-hierarchy games, indulging in awkward sexual experimentation, one-upping each other's potty-mouths, and figuring out creative ways to get high. Naturally, Kochalka draws it in his standard ultra-cute, clear-line style. Even his lines are mostly in a palette of simple, flat colors, giving the artwork a sense of candy-cane playfulness. The bulk of this collection was originally published as issues 271, 273, 277, and 279 of an ongoing series (no other issues exist, of course, but it's a hilarious excuse for Kochalka to dispense with pesky necessities like exposition and resolving cliffhangers); they're accompanied here by a solo story about the sycophantically adored and wildly irritable hero Jack Krack. There's a disarming sweetness about the whole thing, despite the satirical over-the-top vulgarity and the patina of angst and nastiness; even the occasional explosions of violence are adorable and briskly healed up. (Apr.)
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Targeting the rarely lampooned superhero-team concept, Kochalka ratchets his depraved-innocents schtick up a couple notches in the most ridiculous superhero parody since Jeffrey Brown’s Incredible Change-Bots (2007). Setting their frolics in the “field behind his house,” Kochalka portrays a leadership struggle among the titular crew after SuperDan and his lackey, Percy, get lost in the Zero Dimension. Jack Krak barges into the gap, and neither team aspirant Radical Randy nor rival team member Orange Lightning successfully challenges him. Nor does Kyle bringing Jack to Jesus improve either his temper or his language. As to the latter, sanitizing his tongue may be self-defeating for Jack, because at least a, if not the, primary distinctive of being on the team is swearing like a naughty 13-year-old (apparent rule No. 1: insert the f-word wherever possible). Improvisatorily mundane and silly, rendered in Kochalka’s customary swoopy lines and brilliant colors, this is for the annoying, funky early teenager in anyone, if not everyone. --Ray Olson