More playful than suicidal, My Little Funny Underworld still reminds me of Tony Millionaire’s Maakies. Most of the punchlines come quick and hard, often out of left field. Sometimes, though, it’s just fart jokes (p. 88). It all works.
Kaz’s line is confident and consistent, but he spots blacks well and places objects in a convincing space, giving the reader room to explore the mini-universes he creates with each new strip. There’s over a dozen colour strips that are a visual feast — let’s hope future collections are all-colour.
The humour ranges from (literally) potty gags (pp. 7, 27) to existential dadaism (p. 43), all hanging together through a comic sensibility that acts as an unseen docent on a tour of what Kaz thinks is funny. He’s almost always right, and at ten bucks, this is a steal. Grade: 4.5/5
— Alan David Doane