L. Falcetti Comic Reviews

The Dregs is a not a wild howl for blood in the streets, it's not a primal rage directed at the establishment; it's the rot from within, the ulcer in the stomach of capitalist greed. It doesn't roar out of the gates like a punch to a smug Nazi's face, it picks itself up from the street, from the corner you just walked past, creeping out into the concrete night daring to be itself, to at best expose the hands on the knives carving out the humans from humanity and at least to be a bone in the throat they can choke on.