While Tales from the Crypt will likely remain the flagship title of EC's New Trend titles (especially in retrospect, with the HBO show and such cementing it), the dirty secret of the horrible trinity—Tales from the Crypt, Vault of Horror, and Haunt of Fear—is that Vault and Haunt were willing to take a few risks that Tales wasn't. You just have to look at volumes like this one to see that a few narrative bumps help stir the pot.
From the gruesomely handled reveal of a rotted face being freed from its silvery grave ("Silver Threads the Mold")*, to a chilling subtle background detail of a single panel of a Bradbury adaptation ("Let's Play Poison"), to the Grim Fairy Tales (first one is contained here, as "A Grim Fairy Tale!"), to the comic relief of four men crushed by a steam-roller ("Graft in Concrete!"), to the over-the-top moment of a human body being cut to 3/16" slices ("Chips Are Down"): you can almost forgive the fact that these are largely the same A-wrongs-B-and-B-comes-back-from-grave plot over and over. Little things, like the resolution of "For Whom the Bell Tolls" which takes it from a long lingering story going very slowly to a spine tickling bit of gore, help you to nearly forget about the unsubtle continuous moralizing. You can even almost forgive the weird insistence of setting a couple of the stories in Haiti, and then given the natives either East African dress and/or having them use Swahili phrases (by appearances, either the writers simply used Haiti as a generalized African stand-in, or they started with Africa and had it changed for some reason).
Stand out stories include one about the revenge of a man killed in a train accident, though his hands nor feet nor head were found at the site [which is interesting in that it somewhat inverts the pattern of the traditional EC revenge story] ("We Ain't Got No Body"), and a story about a man with cancer who wishes to never die ("Strictly from Hunger"), a fine body-horror story with amazing pacing and details.
The downside is that a few of these stories obviously needed another page to get told, occasionally just jumping to the final act after a little bit of build up. The one with the steam-roller, for instance, feels like it is simply missing a page. Others are less abrupt, but still are lessened. Most are fine, at least. Some readers have also complained about Dark Horse's handling of the re-coloring. I personally don't mind. A few of the panels have some odd choices of contrast, but nothing that smashed me out of the story.
A generally very solid release, with maybe only about three or four truly throwaway pieces (heck, even the text-stories are occasionally readable, and it has my favorite: "The Joker"). Probably not a bad place to start if you haven't given the EC New Trend titles a try, yet.
* There is a potential feminist reading of this story, a reaction to one of EC's biggest jilted-lover cliches, in which a woman "wrongs" an artist by not falling for his heavy handed advances and sort-of unsolicited gifts. Though the story plays at painting her as a bitch for not bedding the artist for his good-guy routine, it is hard to imagine most modern readers not seeing that she is being constantly hit on by her boss and expected to bed a man who simply shows her attention, and it swings sympathy back around before the end. The comeuppance plot is back-seated to the tragedy, leading the reader to feeling less than empathic to the killer, despite him being the sort that would have been made the protagonist in other EC stories.