This is awesome and hilarious on numerous levels. Gotta love the villain wearing only a diaper and padded armor that protects areas of his collarbone and biceps...so practical. (Is that a helmet or a Sleestack mask?) Then there are the super-wide collars -- those gotta be useful in outer space! I think the the 1970s had nostalgia for the 1950s so they transported vintage Chevy tailfins to their clothing...?
Is that a super-soaker squirt gun shooting pee? Why is the man at the top of the trio so much larger than the people below him, and why is he looking away from the composition as if he's bored? Then there's the villainess in the middle -- nice body, but what a "butterface"! Nice widow's peak, and uh, is she about to destroy universes or perform in a Broadway show?
Don't get me wrong, it's a colorful, fun and cool vintage magazine. It just brings back some ookie childhood memories. Only 1976 could produce magic like this. Sort of like a Planet Comics fever dream after overdosing on Tang. The funniest part is somebody thought 1999 would be anything like this, but instead of jetting around in space fighting aliens we were hiding in our basements worried our infrastructure would collapse because computers couldn't handle a digit change.