I have reviewed the first two issues of Jimmy Broxton's Fully Loaded and I will make no secret of the fact I honestly believe that, based on issues one and two of this series that, what we are dealing with here is easily, hands down, the absolute best new comic title to emerge from the comic industry in at least a decade and probably longer.
Issue three does not disappoint. It assaults the senses with a smirk and a swagger. It oozes confidence and competence in equal measure.
If a comic was a film character Fully Loaded is Clint Eastwood in his prime. It chews up the not inconsiderable scenery gets the job done and leaves you wanting more.
Yet beyond the gusto, the artistic fireworks and all the "blink and you miss them" little details Fully Loaded continues to be an education, and a statement of intent for all other comics to follow. That lesson is just how important character, pacing and storytelling are vital in crafting a comic. 
Jimmy is a gifted writer who is capable of drawing you into the seedy and unpredictable world his has created. His dialogue and sparce use of captions ooze atmosphere and electricity to the point the reader can smell the drains and the hum of the neon signs that proliferate the streets he pours his heart into illustrating.
Issue three descends deeper in Needly City 2065, as the cast of increasingly unpleasant characters help the reader peel back another layer of this broken future metropolis. Everything here is an effort in pacing and tension.
Nonetheless, if you strip away every written word this issue is a demonstration in visual storytelling.
One of the reasons some of the greatest Manga titles like Akira, Ghost in the Shell and Gunsmith Cats work so well is because they can be read as a purely visual experience. This is true here.
Remove the dialogue and the captions and Fully Loaded is still a visual story you can follow and adore. The facial expressions tell a thousand words, the lighting and action flow effortlessly from one glorious panel to the next. 
I have absorbed over every page numerous times and my instinct is put together a playlist or a mix tape to read all three issues. It would include The Propellerheads, Fatboy Slim, The Doors and a little Johnny Cash.
The greatest compliment I can give is that every issue feels like a cinema experience that is best enjoyed with a hip flask of your finest bourbon and a satisfying cigar. If the hugely missed film director Tony Scott was still with us I like to think he would transform what Broxton has created and treat us to a faithfully lurid and down and dirty pulp masterpiece. You can keep your superheroes because they have largely had their day. This is where it is at!
This what the comic industry needs more of... independent comics from visionary creators that understand their craft and have something to say. There's an unflinching edgy brilliance to every scene with characters you'll find instantly engaging, fall in love with, but if you have any sense you'd likely back away from on a dark and stormy night.
Here endeth the lesson. Now go and buy a copy. 