Underground Station – Column

February 3, 2004

Mr. Crumb goes into these restaurants, orders food, and while he waits or is between courses, he draws fellow patrons or random ideas onto his placemats. He collects them, sends them to a publisher, and they end up in these books.

Fossil – Crumb – Review

February 1, 1995

Pretty lyrics, pretty vocals, pretty melodic guitar riffs. Nothing threatening here, not a trace of anger, menace or defiance. Just plain pretty.