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!