Normally, if you launch a new comics publisher, then the second you hit 'send' on the press release – or is it even a moment before? – there's a knock at the door, and Garth Ennis is stood there with a pitch for a war comic. So it's fairly common for a series by him to be the first thing I read from a new player, but the difference here, the first thing I've read from old Marvel hands Bill Jemas and Axel Alonso's new venture AWA, is that this is very much not a realistic, hard-bitten yet somehow ennobling story about some obscure corner of WWII. Nope, this is Garth in his comedy mode, which unlike the reliably impressive war books, can sometimes go horribly wrong, especially now he's having to navigate a new world where it isn't just the crusty old right wing liable to be deeply unimpressed by transgressive humour. This, though, pretty much comes off. It's a time-travelling romp, pretty much what we expected the Loki TV series to be from the first trailer, albeit with a far fouler mouth than Disney+ was ever likely to stomach – as witness the wonderfully named Unfucker, a handy device which gets the story out of having to worry too much about all those problems with grandfathers and butterflies which can get in the way when you just want to have your protagonists hooning around the timestream causing chaos. Although obviously an Unfucker can only unfuck so much, which is where the fiendish plot comes in, but to be honest while that did have some good gags, it was a bit of a reprise of stuff Ennis has done before in comics that are always going to be considered more central to his oeuvre than Marjorie Finnegan, Temporal Criminal. On which note, the notion of using artillery to see off Norsemen apparently hit Ennis when he was watching Vikings and finding it a bit slow, but I couldn't help wondering whether he's just forgotten seeing The Time Meddler somewhere way back. Never mind: the solution here is significantly different (read: way more brutal) than the Doctor's, its ultraviolence almost tipping into Looney Tunes hilarity (and in general, the art from Goran Sudzuka is a delight, recalling Garth's finest collaborator, the much-missed Steve Dillon). But regardless of any retreads along the way, the sheer energy of the caper material meant this was a very fun read. And I loved the pun in Marjorie's ex's name: Stan Zanzibar. Which said, the implication towards the end here that maybe there are worse things in the world than organised religion is the sort of later-life reassessment which I could understand from Pratchett, but which from Ennis feels worryingly like he could be trying to signal he's a prisoner.