harkening back to my early 90’s career days pounding the dark hollywood street shooting rap, playboy and saturday morning kids tv programming,
i envisioned a whammy fuzz delay pedal called the casting couch.
graphic is a destroyed couch, disheveled iconic child star shirley temple facing forward with a black eye and missing tooth smile standing on one end,
and an expressionless fat hairy weinsteinesque man in chrome speedos gold chains/rolex with ‘gar in mouth and vodka bottle in hand standing on other side of couch.