Posts by Jeffrey Burandt

Rockstar and writer.

MEGADETH: DEATH BY DESIGN

Artist Jason Gongour and I have an 8-page story in MEGADETH: DEATH BY DESIGN, available now!

Our story is based on the song, “Reckoning Day,” from the album Youthanasia. Below is a page from our story, featuring colors by Raul Manriquez and lettering by Jaime Martinez.

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And here is the publisher’s description:

This year marks the 35thanniversary of the release of MEGADETH, to which the band is set to release their ultimate greatest hits compilation, WARHEADS ON FOREHEADS, on March 22.  To further celebrate this, MEGADETH has partnered with premiere comics publisher, HEAVY METAL, to create the ultimate fan experience with a 350-page anthology of comic stories inspired by all the songs on the album. The collaboration, titled

DEATH BY DESIGN, features stories written and illustrated by top talent from the comics, film, television and music world, all inspired by the songs from the album.

The project, carefully curated by DAVE MUSTAINE and HEAVY METAL, is a powerful book that gives both insight and understanding into the universe of MEGADETH and its harrowed mascot, VIC RATTLEHEAD.

AOC and the Freshman Force from Devil’s Due Comics!

AOC and the Freshman Force hits comic stores on May 15, 2019! This anthology from Devil’s Due Comics includes stories by Jill Thompson, Christa Cassano, Elizabeth Marley Kim, Kit Caoaga, Tim Seely, Josh Blaylock, Dean Haspiel, Jason Goungor, Adam McGovern, Bob Sikoryak and many more, and features a story written by me, illustrated and lettered by Sean Von Gorman, and colored by Paul Mounts!

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Order directly from the publisher here. Order from Diamond here. Variant covers available at tons of stores, including Midtown Comics (NYC), Third Eye Comics (MD), First Legacy Comics (TX), Wonderworld Comics (MI), and Collector Cave (NYC/The Bronx)!

As reported by Forbes, “A portion of the comic book’s sales will benefit two charities, RAICES, a nonprofit that serves immigrant children, families and refugees, and the USO, which supports military service members and military families. The comic’s official website notes that “Neither Raices, USO, nor Congresswoman Ocasio-Cortez have endorsed or are directly affiliated with this project or Devil’s Due Comics.””

 

 

Rainbow Boy in “Persist”

Check out the latest Rainbow Boy story by Jeffrey Burandt, Sean Von Gorman, Paul Mounts and Oliver Mertz, published in the 120 Project Anthology, a trade collection of progressive essays and comics stories, available in print and digital. All sales of the 120 Project Anthology are donated to the ACLU!rb2_p1_medrb2_p2_medrb2_p3_medrb2_p4_medrb2_p5_med

Gonad the Ballbarian is live on Webtoons!

Gonad the Ballbarian is live on Webtoon! Co-creator Blake Sims and I are working hard on the most savage depiction of a barbarian testicle ever to grace the internet! Please start a Webtoon account, subscribe to Gonad the Ballbarian, then like, love and comment on our comic! We’ll be releasing 4 episodes in pretty quick succession over the next few months, so please subscribe so that you don’t miss an episode. When you’re finished reading an episode, please tell us what you thought in the comments! Also, please share Gonad on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit or wherever you hang out on social media. Destiny commands you!

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Gonad the Ballbarian is a wandering warrior who fights for glory across the planet Perenium, a hostile but magical land choc-a-bloc with venereal villains like the Crimson Patch, Lady Swelling, and Simplex. Join Gonad the Ballbarian and his otherworldly allies in their battle against Death Wart and his crusty cronies! That jerk known as Destiny demands a victor, and the fate of all Perenium is at stake!! Gonad the Ballbarian is He-Man told as a dick joke–think, “Game of Thrones,” meets, “Rick & Morty.” 

That all said, we think that Gonad the Ballbarian is NOT an adults-only comic, but we wanted to play it safe with Webtoon’s publishing policies. So if you are comfortable with your 15+ kid watching Rick and Morty, or reading MAD Magazine, and your kid thinks nuts and dongs are as funny as we do, we think this comic is acceptable for said kid.

Rainbow Boy in “Love Rock Love”

In celebration of Pride Month and on this 49th anniversary of the NYC Pride March, I am sharing the full episode of Sean Von Gorman‘s, Paul Mount‘s, and my Rainbow Boy story, “Love Rock Love,” as it appeared in the New York Times bestselling, Harvey Award-winning Love Is Love anthology from IDW Publishing and DC Entertainment.  Spearheaded and curated by Marc Andreyko, we can’t thank him enough for giving us the opportunity to tell this story and to help heal families and communities through art. Thank you, Marc.

Love-Is-Love_Rainbow-Boy-col-TEXTThanks for reading, and keep an eye out for more upcoming Rainbow Boy stories from this creative team, including the upcoming 120 Project Comic Anthology!

Yo Gabba Gabardine

This is one my favorite comix I’ve produced to date, starring JTR3 and me from our sci-fi rock band Americans UK, and co-starring The Ramones, Donna Summers, Debbie Harry, and featuring quite a few cameos. Please enjoy.  yogab1yogab2yogab3yogab4yogab5yogab6yogab7yogab8

A little behind the scenes: I needed to fill 8 pages in an anthology I was self-publishing at the time, and my long-time friend Sam Vaughan pitched a longer story to me that was the same page length, but had, like, 9 to 12 panels per page, and so I edited that down to a plot based upon the big beats of Sam’s longer story, and scripted from there, using Sam’s exact dialogue from his initial submission for some scenes, adding or combining with my own for others. Then I roped in artist John Mathias, who played bass in Americans UK at the time, and who illustrated the comic using this amazing, seedy-Archie-like style. My pal Ben did a great job lettering all that jibber jabber! A wonderful collaboration all around, we created this Americans UK gem.

“Yo Gabba Gabardine” first appeared in print in Americans UK Rocktronic Mixtape 2, and online at the now defunct literary salon, Trip City.

The Better Head

The Better Head sits above my desk’s window. Transistors hum as its eyes stare numb. Though the Better Head has no lungs by which to speak to me, it seems to be asking, “Why for?” or, “ What from?”

It’s dusk outside. An unknown animal bellows in the distance. Arctic wind whistles through desiccated leaves, as winter’s breath carries the season’s first snow flurries. I sip my coffee. I haven’t slept in what must be approaching 3 days and I’ve been washing my face often. Meanwhile, floating in a soup of electrolyte formaldehyde, the Better Head will wrinkle its nose, bare its teeth and mouths vulgarities. Its contempt for me is beginning to show.

I rub my eyes then give it the finger. I laugh heartily, genuinely, at its inability to return the gesture. I get more coffee. I laugh some more.

There have been times in the last couple of nights—times when I’ve been in the kitchen, say, getting more coffee, or running to the closet to get more pencils—times in which I think I hear it crying. That’s impossible, though. I know. I made it so. I return quickly, so as to catch it in the act, coffee sloshing, pencil behind my ear. But when I get back, the Better Head just bobs, water reflecting green wave patterns across my walls, the unmade bed, my stacks of books. If I didn’t know any better, I would think it’s having some fun with me. But there’s real work to be done, no more nonsense. I sit down to drink my coffee, continue our work, and begin to take notes. At this stage in the project, work mostly consists of my asking it questions like, “Can you drink coffee? Can you take notes?” I write down its answers in a journal on my desk that I don’t remember ever buying. The journal, that is. The desk was a gift from an uncle.

We’ve worked out means of communication (I’m terrible at reading lips): one blink for “yes,” two blinks for “no.”   Three blinks means it is calling me an idiot. We can’t agree on what four blinks should evoke. I’ve suggested four blinks be a means of giving the other some sort of accolade, a gesture of goodwill, but the Better Head is not having it.

So far, most of its answers have been, “No.” But, I assure you a subtler pattern of discourse is beginning to emerge from what at first glance must seem like meager data to the casual observer. Simply put: the Better Head is plotting to kill me. It plans on stealing my body, and escaping from our little hideaway cabin, clumsily running through those woods on unfamiliar legs, through that fresh snow. I have purposely not told it about my bum knee. My bum knee will hinder its escape, certainly aiding the local authorities in the rogue head’s capture. The Better Head knows as well as I do that it’s only a matter of time.

 

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Research, 12:47 a.m., 12/18/04:

Q: Are you hungry?

A: No.

Q: Do you know where you are?

A: No.

Q: Can you drink coffee? Can you take notes?

A: No. No.

Q: Were you just crying?

A: No.

Q: Are you sure?

A: Yes.

I think its motives are clear. But what you may find more noticeable, perhaps even strikingly so, are the questions I have so far avoided. I’ll be frank: I hate to know what’s left of its memory. Like, does it know of its origin and home? Does it remember my trespass against it when introducing baseball bat to its skull? What about when I hooked up its neurons to car-batteries, or replaced blood with Vaseline and motor-oil? Or my sewing up the signs of my severing with hacksaw, from arms and legs and heart and body and all? Such remembrances would certainly give the head some motive in its designs against my person, but somehow…somehow, I don’t think that’s it. There’s something else. Something I used to know. It may well be that the Better Head has simply never liked me, him exhibiting an a priori distaste for my company. But I’ve never been one for guesswork.

 

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The wind shoulders relentlessly against the north side of the cabin, lamp lights flicker. I grab another blanket from the oak chest at the foot of the bed. The head looks warm and docile, bobbing leisurely in its vitamin enriched froth. When I close my eyes it looks like there’s a blizzard against the back of my eyelids, and I’m starting to lose entire minutes to the tiniest of blinks. I should go get more supplies.   We’re almost out of chowder. Unless. Unless that’s exactly what it wants.

My coffee has grown cold; I should make another pot. I pour the remains of my cup into the Better Head’s jar. It looks like it could use a pick me up.

The lantern in the kitchen has gone out. Tree branches squeal and scrape together outside as I fumble with the matches just long enough to give up lighting them. I can make coffee in the dark, I decide. I blink and the clock on the microwave advances 10 minutes. Changing my mind, I push the minute cook button on the microwave so as to provide some light. I have to push it twice because, as it turns out, it takes me two minutes to make coffee. I blink again. This time 20 minutes pass. I’m still standing here, empty coffee mug hanging tenuously from my curled fingers.

There it is! I swear it’s crying! My bum knee throbs as I hustle back into the bedroom, but when I get there—ha! I’ll catch you in the act yet!—when I get there, the Better Head looks at me severely and blinks three times. I give it the finger and drink my coffee. Damn it, I forgot to fill up my mug. I ask anyway, I ask, “Can you give me the finger? Can you drink coffee?” The Better Head blinks three times. It mouths what could be interpreted as, “up yours.” Cloudy tendrils of what was once my coffee swirl into the back of its mouth, and out again through its nostrils. The Better Head has outsmarted me again.

 

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Here is what we know of the Better Head. These are our axioms, if you will, our premises:

1. The Better Head is smarter.

2. The Better Head thinks harder.

3. The Better Head does not have the ability to participate in many, if not most, normal, everyday, human endeavors, resulting in more time for 2, to thereby achieve 1.

4. The Better Head is ruthless.

(a) The Better Head is plotting to kill me.

(b) The Better Head plans on stealing my body, and using it to escape this cabin,  effectively destroying everything we have worked towards together.

5. The Better Head will achieve 4b by means of 1, 2, and 4a.

The house shakes, the winter wind screams, and I ask, I dare ask: “Do you remember?” The Better Head answers, blinks four times. I think perhaps it is accusing me of begging the question in line 5. I’ll have to review the data.

 

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There’s a blizzard behind my eyes, and when I open them, an hour has passed, maybe two. I can tell because of how the light in the room has changed, by how my left foot has gone numb. I remember. I remember when I used to call him, “colleague,” and how he always bristled in my presence. I remember his storming into my lab unannounced one night, and his discovery of my late night work. I remember how his chest swelled with moral outrage, how his breathing became labored. I remember the way his index finger shook as he threatened to destroy my career and how his fat fist pounded my desk when he uttered the words, “federal prison.” I remember his back as he turned in contempt to walk away.

But. So. Now.

Well, now he’s just a fucking head in a jar.

 

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[Illustration by Tony Fleecs]

Note: The Better Head is also a song by Americans UK, and this short story was originally published in Americans UK: Rocktronic Mixtape 1. The Featured Image at the top of this post is from a gig poster designed by Mike Reddy.