This is an okay effort in what from doing this column I can only surmise is a growing sub-genre of comics: autobio with a touch of surrealism. Or not -- certainly the main story presented here, the story of a band setting up for a show (I think) could be absolutely true and whatever weirdness emanates is due to Sally's approach. Nice overlay cover, featuring the veins on a dissected hand.
This review was written in the late 1990s as part of a then-ongoing freelance gig; I apologize if it reads oddly or seems incomplete.
