The third (and concluding?) chapter of Lapsos' first volume makes sense of the trip and also just lets it get weirder. Drawings that throb with life and litter- there's plenty here to roll around in- sinister hand jive, an interdimensional death cat with low self esteem, terrible songs, the unfurled hair of the ederly and vibrant hillside fractals. Open the window, take it in. -EF