The title says it all, “Rico Slade will Fucking Kill You!” Bradley Sands has served up a quick action-packed read with his 2011 novel from Lazy Fascist Press, but there is more to it than just an action hero on a rampage.
Within the covers of “Rico...” Sands deals with issues of identity, whether intentionally or not. The blurring of reality and fantasy, self-esteem/image, stereotypes; how we see ourselves and others forms the backbone of this story. Through the character of Rico Slade and the actor that portrays him, Chip Johnson, the reader is taken on a roller coaster ride of blurred lines and in-your-face psychosis. Adding Chip's psychiatrist to the mix only intensifies the excitement and generates more mind-bending ideas to consider.
Rather than a wordy, boring, or clinical approach that might normally come from such a subject, Sands delivers a fast-paced narrative that simultaneously entertains and forces the reader to think. They may not do that thinking until the credits roll, but there are plenty of things to consider when dust settles and the bodies are counted.
In all, Bradley Sands won't fucking kill you, but his book will punch you in the face repeatedly. Like an old-fashioned 1980's-era action flick, you will walk away talking about how bad-ass the experience was. You will be forced to ask: Please sir, may I have another?