Now that the band is assembled, Harley Quinn’s band has their inaugural performance! And wouldn’t you know, they’re opening for Purple Satin, the very band of larcenous knights in shining armor that Chief Spoonsdale asked Harley to tail. Hold on—not Harley Quinn, with the Mohawk and punk rock garb (which isn’t a lot different than what she wears on a normal Friday night, quite frankly) she’s now G.G. Harlin, and the Skull Bags! And boy, the Skull Bags have a lot of songs about food. Gross food, mostly, but foodstuffs nonetheless. Puts a different spin on the original name solicited for this miniseries, “Eat to This Beat” (it’s now subtitled the far less inspired “Undercover Punker” parts one through three), like maybe the predilection towards food will mean something down the line. Or maybe Harley Quinn is a grody comic book sometimes. No big deal. The crowd does not respond well to these victual-themed tunes, so Harley grabs one of the louder hecklers and beats him stupid with a mic stand, to the thrill of the crowd. Now that’s what I call a natural performer. Give the people what they want!
We descend, with Harley Quinn, into her watercolor memories of her time as a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She’s seeing the Joker because he bit off another inmate’s ear and crushed his skull by slamming a door on his head. Joker toys with her a while, then reveals the soap heart he carved, with “J <3 H” on the front, just like the one Jello is wearing! And which we know she stole from that mail truck last issue! As he is pulled away by the CO, Joker explains that he attacked the inmate because he’d impugned Dr. Quinzell and he was defending her honor. And she is touched by this gesture, of course, because let’s face it: she’s pretty crazy. Later, but out of Harley’s memories, some of Purple Satin and Quinn are heading across the Williamsburg Bridge into Brooklyn, for this so-called “excitement” that was promised. At a non-descript concrete building, some pleasantries are exchanged and they take a secret elevator down to an underground super villains’ club! Which I’m am 80% sure is something that actually does exist in Williamsburg.
This story arc continues to be a lot of fun, and I’m enjoying the punk rock stylings of the Skull Bags. There aren’t any shocking reveals or crazy twists that turn everything you believed to be true on its ear, but the jokes land and the art is great and it’s terrific to see team Harley Quinn on such a tight focus. Now if someone wants to put some punk rock music to G.G. Harlin’s lyrics about curdled milk, I’d be glad to give it a listen!