Reviews

Time Slips: "Guardians 3000 #5"

Guardians 3000 is a thrill ride, a roller coaster, a starship making 180 degree turns.


Guardians 3000 #5

Publisher: Marvel
Length: 21 pages
Writer: Dan Abnett, Gerardo Sandoval
Price: $3.99
Publication Date: 2015-04
Amazon
The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said.

-- Kurt Vonnegut

Ain't it funny how time just slips away?

-- Willie Nelson

Everybody loves the Guardians of the Galaxy. We all saw their summer movie. I saw it five times.

But those are not the Guardians that I grew up with. The movie Guardians–Star-Lord, Gamera, Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Racoon and Groot–and their comicbook likenesses are set in the present day Marvel Universe. The Guardians that I first encountered were from the far distant future, and their line-up was a little different: Vance Astro, twentieth-century man out of time; Martinex, the Plutonian; Charlie-27, last surviving Jovian; Yondu, the archer of Alpha Centauri; and Starhawk, mysterious Starhawk. They fought their battles aboard the starship Captain America, battled the evil Badoon in the year 3000.

The Guardians of the past were the Guardians of the future.

It is the story of this original team, this future team, that Dan Abnett and Gerardo Sandoval are telling in the pages of Guradians 3000. Star-Lord is here, too. Though not the one we know. And Nova. Not the one from today but another one from tomorrow.

And time is slipping. They fight battles over and over again. Old friends – old teammates – are unfamiliar to them. In this issue Nikki returns, blaster blasting. "Just like old times," she says. But she's the only one who remembers. "Who the flark is she?" Martinex asks. She disrupts their plan, sends everything tumbling into chaos. They want to talk to the enemy, need information from the enemy, but she's all about "Rock and Shock!" They flee and she takes them on a one-eighty. Sends 'em back to where they've been before, where they've been before.

"It's not going well, is it?" That's Martinex again. No, Martinex, it isn't. No it isn't.

But in a way it is.

Guradians 3000 is a thrill ride, a roller coaster, a starship making 180 degree turns. It's all a jumble, moving forwards and backwards, up and over, around and around.

The Guardians were born in the 60's singing "We Shall Overcome", toured with the Avengers in the 70's rocking along in the "Korvac Saga," and look and sound here like punks from the 80's. But it’s a thousand years in the future and the Badoon are taking over the galaxy and the resistance must stand firm even though time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping . . .

So the team is forced to try a Hail Mary. They’re going to see the Hunger, going to attempt the old blasting through a black hole, sling shot around the sun maneuver in order to try and set things right, stop the past from repeating itself, from repeating itself.

But things aren't going the way they planned. Did they even have a plan?

And then the reveal, the last page splash that makes you go "Oh Flark!"

And yes, I'm coming back next month, gotta come back next month, couldn't stay away if I wanted to. The past will repeat itself. There is nothing I can do about it.

There is something about Sandoval's art. These characters are clearly from the future. Their bodies are solid. More solid than the present which is always changing. They're solid like the past is solid, locked in stone. Solid but fluid. Fluid like the future.

It's like a woodcut, like an old fashioned engraving, like someone from our past would illustrate something from their past. Like the past of the past. But too vibrant for that, too chaotic, too alive to be from old dead and buried yesterday, dead and buried yesterday.

Look at Star-Lord (a new one, from the future) staring down at Nova (she's new too, the last woman standing) while Yondu (the old one, from the future) and Charlie-27 (bigger than he was, but still the same) look on from the shadows. A page out of time. Depicting tomorrow and yesterday, and yesterday.

Somebody is playing with the clocks. The wind-up kind, especially. There is nothing I can do about it, can do about it.

Ain't it funny how time just slips away?

9

In Americana music the present is female. Two-thirds of our year-end list is comprised of albums by women. Here, then, are the women (and a few men) who represented the best in Americana in 2017.

If a single moment best illustrates the current divide between Americana music and mainstream country music, it was Sturgill Simpson busking in the street outside the CMA Awards in Nashville. While Simpson played his guitar and sang in a sort of renegade-outsider protest, Garth Brooks was onstage lip-syncindg his way to Entertainer of the Year. Americana music is, of course, a sprawling range of roots genres that incorporates traditional aspects of country, blues, soul, bluegrass, etc., but often represents an amalgamation or reconstitution of those styles. But one common aspect of the music that Simpson appeared to be championing during his bit of street theater is the independence, artistic purity, and authenticity at the heart of Americana music. Clearly, that spirit is alive and well in the hundreds of releases each year that could be filed under Americana's vast umbrella.

Keep reading... Show less

From genre-busting electronic music to new highs in the ever-evolving R&B scene, from hip-hop and Americana to rock and pop, 2017's music scenes bestowed an embarrassment of riches upon us.


60. White Hills - Stop Mute Defeat (Thrill Jockey)

White Hills epic '80s callback Stop Mute Defeat is a determined march against encroaching imperial darkness; their eyes boring into the shadows for danger but they're aware that blinding lights can kill and distort truth. From "Overlord's" dark stomp casting nets for totalitarian warnings to "Attack Mode", which roars in with the tribal certainty that we can survive the madness if we keep our wits, the record is a true and timely win for Dave W. and Ego Sensation. Martin Bisi and the poster band's mysterious but relevant cool make a great team and deliver one of their least psych yet most mind destroying records to date. Much like the first time you heard Joy Division or early Pigface, for example, you'll experience being startled at first before becoming addicted to the band's unique microcosm of dystopia that is simultaneously corrupting and seducing your ears. - Morgan Y. Evans

Keep reading... Show less

This week on our games podcast, Nick and Eric talk about the joy and frustration of killing Nazis in Wolfenstein: The New Order.

This week, Nick and Eric talk about the joy and frustration of killing Nazis in Wolfenstein: The New Order.

Keep reading... Show less

Which is the draw, the art or the artist? Critic Rachel Corbett examines the intertwined lives of two artists of two different generations and nationalities who worked in two starkly different media.

Artist biographies written for a popular audience necessarily involve compromise. On the one hand, we are only interested in the lives of artists because we are intrigued, engaged, and moved by their work. The confrontation with a work of art is an uncanny experience. We are drawn to, enraptured and entranced by, absorbed in the contemplation of an object. Even the performative arts (music, theater, dance) have an objective quality to them. In watching a play, we are not simply watching people do things; we are attending to the play as a thing that is more than the collection of actions performed. The play seems to have an existence beyond the human endeavor that instantiates it. It is simultaneously more and less than human: more because it's superordinate to human action and less because it's a mere object, lacking the evident subjectivity we prize in the human being.

Keep reading... Show less
3

Gabin's Maigret lets everyone else emote, sometimes hysterically, until he vents his own anger in the final revelations.

France's most celebrated home-grown detective character is Georges Simenon's Inspector Jules Maigret, an aging Paris homicide detective who, phlegmatically and unflappably, tracks down murderers to their lairs at the center of the human heart. He's invariably icon-ified as a shadowy figure smoking an eternal pipe, less fancy than Sherlock Holmes' curvy calabash but getting the job done in its laconic, unpretentious, middle-class manner.

Keep reading... Show less
5
Pop Ten
Mixed Media
PM Picks

© 1999-2017 Popmatters.com. All rights reserved.
Popmatters is wholly independently owned and operated.

rating-image