If you've ever chatted with me about funnybooks, you know very well that I'm a huge Charlton apologist. I find something to love in just about ever book put out my the Little Publisher that Could. All of that being said, even I cannot find the silver lining in this one. I've actually been on the look out for a copy for quite some time, because I've always thought the Rocke cover looked cool. There was a good chance of solid comic book fun as this was the period in which you were likely to find Aparo and Ditko in the same book, and maybe a Denny O'Neill or Steve Skeates story.
Well, now I feel like a bait and switch victim. This is about as bad a Charlton book as I've ever read, and certainly well below the late 60s standards. I like Pay Boyette, but his art on the lead story has none of the charm I've come to expect and comes across as just plain ugly. The next two tales are pretty much 'scripts by numbers' featuring poorly designed robots and fascist angels. I'm guessing Joe Gill wrote them, but I can't say for sure. The Nicholas/Alascia team never does much for me personally, and these stories are now exception. in conclusion, the idiom 'Never judge a book by its cover' has never been more apropos.