The second volume of the Ranx saga is even more over-the-top than the first, delving into enough drugs, violence and general depravity to make any video game designer jealous. If part of the plot seems to be lifted right out of J.G. Ballard's novel Crash, other elements are at least original to Liberatore and Tamburini, and what they lack in subtlety they make up for with an abundance of visceral energy. It's not great art, but it ain't such a bad read either. ( )