The idea of corpse paint on a Patrick Nagle… it’s like the milk and cookies of record defacement.
 
Presented without explanation, BargainBinBlasphemy is some sort of Warhol/hesher miracle baby.
 

Somehow I always suspected as much from Herb. The Tijuana Brass probably just couldn’t resist the call of Satan.
 

Bluegrass Satan? My Papaw will be so disappointed!
 

Jim Nabors, too?!? This is a really bad day for redneck grandparents.
 

‘Tis the season! For Satan!