Tempesthole

While I normally frown at all obnoxiously loud, aggressive and rude lowbrow music like "rock", "metal" or - heaven help me - "punk", I’ve found myself fascinated by the gentle rhythms and touching lyrics of the psycho punkabilly band Mad Sin’s latest album "Dead Moon’s Calling." So much in fact that I felt like doing some obnoxious rock ‘n’ roll art of my own.

So I came up with my own Psychobilly Guitar Slinger that plays faster than Lee Van Cleef draws his Colt - and louder than six Motörheads put together. He doesn’t need a name; he’s so cool that even hell freezes over him - and when he strikes a chord, even fucking angels fall off their clouds and in love with him.

And as a bonus image, here’s a quickie I did long ago. She’s not someone to fuck around with either.

Posted in: illustration, nasty, rock.

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