My review is up at BUST.
I wanted to go dancing earlier today, after shoving off the weight of term papers on weightier subjects, and then I read this comic, and now I REALLY want to go dancing.
I didn’t read the first Phonogram but I read (and BUST-ed) Suburban Glamour and got a super-comics-crush on Jamie McKelvie’s sugar-candy-sweet art. But The Singles Club is even more of a love letter to pop music, dancing, and being a young, sassy girl in a club with just enough confidence in yourself and your moves that, well, it’s just a little bit magic…
This issue is set in a club with just three rules: 1. No Boy Singers, 2. You Must Dance, and 3. No Magic. Anyone who’s ever been to a dance club can guess that the third rule isn’t going to last very long, especially once you’ve met Penny B., a ‘phonomancer’ (read it and it’ll make sense) with super-sweet hair (that’s her on the cover above) and a bubbly smile and a love for dancing that comes through even in still images–no hipster shuffle for her, but all-out rock that doesn’t care what the uber-cool DJs think of her.
As usual, read the whole damn thing.
I love comics. I always love comics, but sometimes I have a day that reminds me just how much I love comics. That was totally redundant, but I don’t care. A little bit of joy goes a long damn way.
Don’t tell anyone else - I’d have mailed you if I could have found one - but this is my favourite review of Phonogram 2.1 yet. Thank you.
KG