Doc's comment on America's shameful lack of pulp manga is correct. Most manga and anime that come over here are the ones deeply immersed in the tics of their medium, the rote, predictable shit that Kentaro Takekuma so ably skewered in Even A Monkey Can Draw Manga.
Which makes me all the happier that I never once guessed what the hell was going to happen next in five episodes of Air Master.
Air Master is pretty much all about the fight scenes. Not boring posedowns or ritualized fighting tournaments where every showdown lasts five episodes, just insane acrobatic beatdowns and a stream of dementedly themed opponents. I'd almost forgotten that anime fight scenes were allowed to be kinetic, though the rest of the episode often pays for it with lots of time killed on still shots and cityscapes.
That said, the first episode is actually kind of misleading, as AM has a lot more intentional humor than, say, Ring ni Kakero. The first ep is practically film noir compared to the increasingly surreal follow-ups, culminating in the astonishing iron pimp hand of Julietta Sakamoto.
I dearly wish this was available here past the 2 or 3 discs Toei tossed out and forgot about a couple years back, though it looks like they might end up streaming it. I think what I love most about this show is that it has enough confidence in its insane convictions to just throw out an idea and see where it goes. It absolutely delivers in a way too few shows do. Is it good? Beats me. Is it entertaining? Oh hell yes.