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- Official: thepizz.com
Background:
Superstar artiste The Pizz infects the World Wide Web with his demon seed. The teeming hordes remain panic-stricken at the specter of this affliction infecting every dark corner of the internet. There is no silver bullet, no magic pill, no cure whatsoever for this insidious disease. With the push of a button, the click of a mouse, his unparalleled challenge to goodness and common decency everywhere spans the universe.
And you’re l@@kin’ right at it.
It’s been the definitive long and strange trip from hashing out those notebook masterpieces in the back corner of the classroom to rightfully assuming the title of Lord of Lowbrow. From doing Rat Fink comix for the legendary Big Daddy Roth hisowndamnself, transforming the lowly skateboard deck into an artistic canvas in ways unforeseen, splashing flash on the walls of tattoo shops the world over, delighting the kiddies and authorities alike with a set of trading cards featuring your favorite mass-murderers, burrowing into record collections around the globe via Sympathy For The Record Industry cover art, conquering the realm of canvas and paint, packing’em in for shows at the world HQ of lowbrow art galleries, La Luz De Jesus in Los Angeles, no less than 6 times, to foisting his tome Atavistic Avatar upon the masses, the fuzzy-chinned one has been quite the industrious vermin gnawing at the cheese of established convention.
The Pizz’s odes to internal combustion chariots, beatnik hip, the glorious form of female, and the gods of tiki are pulsing down the wire to your hard drive. The keys to the kingdom are in your grubby mitts as the Lord of Lowbrow enables you with 24/7 electronic access to his cyberspace empire. Burn your retinas with the diabolical imagery rendered from the hand fed by a cranium fouled with visions of sick sleds scraping pavement, buxom babes bursting forth from their garments, bongo-beating beatniks bathing in bacchanalia, and Polynesian pleasures aplenty.
You will be helpless to squelch the urge to visit The Pizz Merch Outlet. There you can get your own little morsel of the madness delivered directly to your door without ever getting up offa yer ass. It’s E-Z.
Yeah, it’s a tumultuous adrenaline-soaked hellride of a lifetime leaving a mountain of debris and unspeakable carnage in its wake. Yeah, it’ll scar your fragile psyche for miles into the hereafter. But ain’t that what you came lookin’ for?!
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