We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold... Suddenly the road was full of what looked like apes all swooping and careening and screeching around the car, all atop their high powered death machines. "We can't stop here." I said, "This is Humans country..."
The Humans would be the resulting mind-crushing hallucination if someone were to take too much acid while watching Planet of the Apes at the yearly Sturgis motorcycle rally.
Set in the 70's amid a raging counter-culture with the shadow of a destructive unpopular conflict in Vietnam looming; the story centers around titular motorcycle gang The Humans and the struggles they face. Rival gangs, the drug trade, cops, simian on sapien reverse bestiality, and... life after death? Yes.
Johnny, member and brother of The Humans leader, has returned from the jungles of Vietnam where he was assumed to have died. Johnny is a rebel, an outcast, a Human, and back from the dead! Ready to raise hell with his brothers while battling crippling war flashbacks.
Every bit of The Humans, from Keenan Keller's writing to the art of Tom Neely, tone and style, concept to color; drips with exploitation era cultural influence. The balls to the walls nature of the characters and story read like a long stretch of highway at night. You'll have a moment of near panic when you glance at the page number and realize that unbeknownst to you, you've blasted down the asphalt at 120mph.
Humans for life. Humans till deth.
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