For Shintaro Kago, the body is a playground. Or open-source software susceptible to modification (or, directly, hacking). Or a piñata that needs to be burst to discover what candies and toys it hides in its belly. All of this, in short, to say that the panels of the mangaka, a distinguished guest of this year's Comic Barcelona, spill fluids, viscera, and all sorts of unimaginable substances. , the title just published by Moztros, is no exception: the four chapters that make up the bulk of this volume have as their leitmotif the intrusion of sharp items (worms, cables, spaghetti...) that cause havoc and burst the characters from the inside out.With this premise, it is understood that Kago is one of the most prominent contemporary exponents of eroguro, a Japanese aesthetic tradition that delights in showing grotesque scenes, extreme violence, and aberrant sexuality, and which, far from being the exclusive heritage of manga, links revered ukiyo-e painters such as Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, writers like Edogawa Rampo, and filmmakers acclaimed at Sitges like Shinya Tsukamoto. In addition to defending a particularly psychedelic take on nausea (it's no wonder that the twisted electronics producer Flying Lotus commissioned him to design the cover for his album