Ben Templesmith is an American Treasure (even though he isn't American, he's Australian, but he lives in the US, which I choose to consider as counting because he is so damn good).
In short: the story is amusing (a continuation from the second volume, so pick it up first), and as always, the art is gobsmacking. I mean, it's disgusting and grotesque, too, but Templesmith makes even the grotesque gorgeous and beautiful.
Also, a story about a worm that animates the corpses of the dead and wears them like a suit and builds robot companions and hangs out with immortal strippers who have tattoos that come to life and fight? What's not to like?