The key thing about this Pep cover?
It's not crypto-phallic. At all.
Now, if only that giant receptacle were sloshing out some yellowish liquid, we'd have a call-back to the ureatic cover of issue No. 2: "I'll just toss these Nordicans into that briny stream with this industrial silt scoop -- sorry for the dunking, boys!" Yeah, then we'd have something.
Still it has that lenticular 5D action we noted on an earlier cover. Keep your transquartomuralistic Kirby-punch covers, you dead-souled Marvelites who need a punch in the face in order to feel anything! We introspective Golden Agers like to lose ourselves in the endless recesses of Pep covers an its action detective adventure.
