“a love letter to the blacksploitation genre penned in the only manner such a note can successfully be executed: way the hell over the top. Houston clearly had a blast writing and drawing Vatican Hustle, and his joy is infectious.”
Brian Heater of The Daily Cross Hatch
Andrew Wheeler on ComicMix gets kinda stuck on the book’s helter skelter energy but allows:
“This is definitely the work of a unique talent, and there isn’t anything else like it. I’m not sure whether to hope that Houston settles down and learns to modulate his talent to consistently replicate his hits and avoid his misses, or to expect that he’ll get even more extreme and bizarre. Either way, Vatican Hustle is like no other book you will read this year, and that’s damn impressive.”
Comics Bulletin says:
“Houston takes every chance he can to go off on tangents following side characters, exploring the absurd world he’s created here and seeing what sorts of antics his bizarre characters get up to. We encounter oversexed porn stars, disgusting white pimps, feral clowns, themed hoboes, a leprous clown butler, and a thug afflicted with “gigantic pieface disorder”.
However, other than our hero himself, the best creation might be the Pope, whom Houston imagines as a beefy bruiser that wears leather-jacket versions of the papal robes; uses his position to lure every woman he encounters into sex; constantly consumes booze, cigars, and heroin; gets in violent barfights; and uses his holy influence to cheat at dice.”