It’s quite apparent at this stage that I will never consider Richard Laymon to be in the same league as, say, Stephen King or Clive Barker, but have read four of his books now, I can safely say that he’s something of a guilty pleasure. Despite the overtly explicit sexual nature of his characters and the childish glee in which the grue is liberally sprayed, his work reminds me of the days of Point Horror as his style carries the same cheesy, sleazy, exploitation aesthetic as the teen horror catalogue. As such, you feel like a naughty teenage whist reading them.Allhallows Eve effectively revolves around an axe murderer dispatching victims on the build up towards Halloween. You can’t ask for a hokier premise than that.
3.5/5
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