New York Press has a decent, if somewhat cloyingly fannish, review of the new Cometbus omnibus. Reviewer John Marr seems to have a phobia of anything "pretentious" -- not realizing that anyone who has the audacity to put out a zine in the first place has an interest in cultivating a public persona (which Aaron Cometbus certainly has) and is probably in some cosmic way full of shit ("With a really great band -- it’s the soundtrack to people’s lives. And that’s what I want to do with writing. You want to have it the soundtrack to their life," sez Aaron, channeling Cameron Crowe). (Listen, I adore Cometbus -- I'm just being a pain in the ass.)