The Fungus is a romp of a horror story, mixing black-humour with a classic Promethean horror motif of science run amok. Part of Valancourt Book’s revamp of 1970s and 80s creature horror, The Fungus delivers on the nostalgia and a wickedly grotesque monster, well, mutated fungi really, but they aren’t without animation. The story is packed with action, gross-out moments and good old, fashioned 1980s sex scenes, a la Eric Van Lustbader.

A pesky scientists whose trying to solve world hunger, a female no less (right on, man, er I mean, woman), unwittingly creates an enzyme that when it is released into the atmosphere causes all the fungi it touches to mutate. As fungi are quite literally everywhere, an athlete’s foot or itchy yeast infection become a death sentence (tut, roll eyes – meddling women! Whatever next, a woman Prime Minister? Oh, wait Margaret Thatcher is PM then and Theresa May – at least at the time of writing – is now – poignant contemporary parallel anyone?). The fungus spreads quickly (like a Bros song), knocking out London first and then quickly moving across the rest of the country, leaving the UK isolated in a mire of it’s own making (poignant contemporary parallel anyone?).

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