


It was only when Eastern Bloc copies of Slayer, Possessed, Bathory and Venom-mere offprints of the originals-hit the Hungarian tape-trading circuit that the electricity and occult allure of heavy metal’s most villainous forms became a lightning rod for the Budapest-based quartet.įormed in 1985, Tormentor quickly got to work, jamming in inhospitable places on very expensive equipment (for the era and region) while the Communist authorities peered in surreptitiously from their concrete towers. For Tormentor, Hungarian denizens of the unlight, their world was gray, uninspired and overruled by mediocrity. The beast was changing into forms deadly and deadlier. In Norway, Greece, Brazil, Switzerland, the United States, Canada, Czechoslovakia and Hungary, the echo of the genre’s dark history started to manifest itself in new ways. As the first wave crashed, the second wave had already begun. What Venom, Hellhammer, Bathory and Mercyful Fate founded and then engendered in the early-to-mid-’80s transmuted to varying degrees in disparate parts of the world not many years later. The genre is old, tenebrous and snakelike. The roots of heavy metal’s evilest progeny-black metal-go back. If you enjoy the frightening allure of old-timey circuses, strong heroines overcoming adversity (from both her family and peers in this case), or even a character’s journey to self-discovery, then Pirouette is definitely for you.Hall of Fame black metal, Hall of Fame, tormentor. The story’s protagonist is plucky and relatable and elicits sympathy through her (frankly) rotten “home” life. I just can’t state how perfectly the style and coloring fit the story. The characters and backgrounds are also done in a realistic style that adds to the underlying sinisterness the lights, flashy costumes, and clown make-up are meant to hide. The coloring in Pirouette is more subdued with a lot of brownish hues making everything appear older and dustier, reminiscent of an aged circus show poster.
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Everything is done in full color, but not bright, sharp colors like many other comics around. The artwork in Pirouette is lovely and suits the story perfectly. But does Pirouette let that get her down? Well, it does admittedly get her down a little, but she most definitely doesn’t let her tormentors see this (being more of the ‘get even’ mindset than getting mad or sad). She is bullied and made fun of by the star trapeze artist and both her parents for even dreaming about the possibility of performing on the trapeze herself. The crowd is quick to turn on her when she accidentally makes the same little girl cry because, let’s face it, clown make-up is terrifying.Īs we continue to follow Pirouette in a regular show day with the circus, we learn she has few friends and allies among the circus folk. Pirouette is quick to put on her game face she lets her precocious side shine through by throwing juggling balls at a cruel animal tamer and making a little girl laugh by pretending to lift an elephant–through forced perspective. She is awakened rudely (though I can’t imagine Pirouette’s not a little grateful, at least) by her mother who shrilly commands her to return to work entertaining the circus crowd outside the big tent. Horrifyingly, this is all to no avail as the skin-make-up included-immediately grows back.
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In the dream, this make-up is permanently adhered to her face, and she actually tears her skin clean off. The story begins during a terrifying daydream of Pirouette’s, where she is so desperate to remove the clown make-up.

Pirouette lives with her crooked father “The Duke” and her shrewish mother “Lady Columbine,” all of whom work as clowns in a traveling circus during (presumably) pre-WWII. There’s just one problem: she wants nothing less. When your whole world is a stage, what happens when you want to wash off your make-up and just be yourself? Pirouette is the story of a 15-year-old girl, the eponymous Pirouette, who was trained to be a clown since birth. Miller Pencils & inks by Carlos Granda Colors by El Cómic en Línea Foundation Lettered by Jim Campbell
