This is a book I picked up because Cory Doctorow said too. I knew nothing about it going in besides the glowing review I saw, and Gary Panter's description on the back referring to it as magic jellybeans, and for some reason that description seems very fitting to me.
The comics that comprise this book are a bizarre collection of brilliant garbage. Fletcher Hanks has no understanding of anatomy, can only draw villains if they look constipated, and has a strange fixation with people being levitated against their will. But instead of feeling hokey and contrived every page of this collection feels unique and full of energy.