SUV

Helge Reumann is no stranger: in recent years, we have seen him attempt to corrupt our proud youth with some beautiful titles published in Rouergue (Brawl, Chase); he will also have rubbed shoulders with the art world contemporary, in the company of Xavier Robel within Elvis Studio, where they will together produce a quantity of giant posters and especially the essential Elvis Road; then solo, he will offer Atrabile the opportunity to make his book the most beautiful and most imposing (Black Medicine Book). During all these years, he never stopped spreading his talent among the cream of the crop the (really) alternative edition (United Dead Artist, Le Dernier Cri) and in some choice magazines (Kramers Ergot, Bile noire). H. Reumann is not a unknown, therefore, but he has nevertheless made himself rare in the magnificent world of comic strip. All you had to do was be patient, and here he comes with this incredible, and incomparable, SUV. In SUV, H. Reumann does not change course and still works on the same obsessions: urban violence and austere nature tamed by man, settling of scores with blows of the slap, and a distrust generalized for all those who march in step. There is indeed madness, and humor, in SUV, but distilled in the Reumann sauce, with a setting on the page and a line as rigorous as it is beautiful, a deadpan side that knows wreak havoc, and a disturbing and strange atmosphere that is almost has become a trademark.