The rough and ready aesthetic at work here - note the horizontal lines, which any professional artist would never allow, but free from such restraints, I offer this, a horror story twinning nightmarish 70s décor with the Skull of Doom haunting the bathing man. It's quite obviously a comment on the paradoxical existence of domesticated man indulging in modern luxury whilst plagued by inner demons urging him to wreak havoc in the world by renouncing normality in favour of a homicidal spree having smashed his Yes albums to pieces, burnt his lovely house and bought a shotgun...
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