I’m tempted to call Richard Zane’s Fantasmagoria a spiritual cousin to my own work. They both came from the same love of weird pop culture and pastiche, but where I tried to tone down the gonzo and create a serious narrative, Zane cranked the gonzo up to 11, stuck it in the driver’s seat of a souped up muscle car with a stereo stuck repeating “Balls to the Wall” by Accept at max volume, and turned it loose.
Believe it or not, it works. Check it out. It’s even got kaiju, dammit. And fascist spider Amazons. What more do you want?
Incidentally, I used to know him from Google+, and there’s lots more good stuff on his website.