You've taken my breath away and I don't want it back. As vivid colors lept from the page I found myself reluctant to turn from one picture to the next. My anticipation at what else I would behold hardly gave room for a pause though, and my eye happily danced and hauntingly lingered through page after page. I can't wait to see issue two, and three, and four. Beauty shrouded in intensity and given light by love.

Rarely does one witness something extraordinary in the making, but I just did. Where the hell has this come from? I thought the only art around was locked up in the Tate in London. Have these people got something to knock all those stupid non-art, plastic, feel-bad, human-race-mocking crass magazines, pumped out by money-grabbing, cocaine-fuelled, corporate entities as they lick their syncopathic advertisers ar**s!

Finally: a piece of our world breaths again. Hat's off to these guys. I just hope they take over the world. It would be a far more interesting place and fence-free!

Larry Legg ( I stole a moment at Mol's PC while he crashed out showing me what his latest crusade was. And he's hit on something here. My mind is blown away.)