5 out of 5

Holy Christ nightmare fuel.

Landry does his wordless, surreal thing to give us a short tale that’s maybe a study on life in dead things – crabs in their shells; habitation latched to ruination – or is maybe just about zombies.  Landry’s work generally has an ominous edge to it, but it’s also normally blended with a sort of open-eyed curiosity to its presented oddities.  This is straight up terror: the omnipresent storm; lightning lighting source flicking us into and out of shadow; the candy-bright orange coloring.

Brilliant stuff.