As a comic child of the 90s, I felt a moral obligation to sink my teeth into Venom #6 simply because my boy Eddie Brock would be re-inheriting the mantle of Venom. And it’s been a long road back, through Mac Gargan, Flash Thompson, Lee Price…Deadpool…and back to Brock. So, how was it?

The phrase “wet fart” comes to mind.

First, I’ve never been a fan of Gerardo Sandoval: his work on Wolverine and Guardians of the Galaxy was overly-muscled, hyper-exaggerated features, as though he found a book of sketches that Joe Maduriera lost when he first got started at Marvel and decided, “THIS IS HOW IT SHALL BE FOREVERMORE.” It’s distracting at best, and ridiculous at its worst.