Your Head Tapestries
Description: I’m Crushing Your Head Tee – The Kids in the Hall 30 Helens Agree – This is a great shirt! Bring back one of the most iconic sketches from The Kids in the Hall with this hilarious “I’m Crushing Your Head” t-shirt. Featuring the classic hand gesture poised to “crush” tiny unsuspecting heads in the distance, this design perfectly captures the absurd, surreal humor that made the Canadian comedy troupe legendary.
Description: Step back in time with our Beastie Boys-inspired piece, 'No Sleep Til Brooklyn: Funny Old School Hip Hop.' This humorous vintage design captures the essence of hip-hop's original trio in a playful and stylish manner. The sketch drawing showcases a dapper, well-dressed man driving a horse and carriage, inviting you to embark on a nostalgic journey to Brooklyn. With its witty caption, this design pays homage to the famous 90s hip hop anthem, No Sleep Til Brooklyn. Whether you're a die-hard fan of the Beastie Boys or a lover of 90s hip hop music, this shirt is a must-have for your collection. Embrace the spirit of Brooklyn, where sleep may be obtained once the city is reached and celebrate the golden era of hip-hop music with this tee!
Description: A distressed black background features bold white text about a mechanic. Overlapping wrenches are centrally placed, with a small white star between them. The text reads: "MECHANIC YOU KNOW THAT LITTLE THING INSIDE YOUR HEAD THAT KEEPS YOU FROM SAYING THINGS YOU SHOULDN'T YEAH I DON'T HAVE ONE OF THOSE."
Description: The ultimate design for the brutally honest personality who says exactly what everyone else is only thinking. A hilarious, tongue-in-cheek statement piece perfect for bold conversationalists, unfiltered friends, or anyone who wants to issue a friendly warning to the public that their internal monologue is permanently broadcasted out loud!
Description: After taking a bite out of country and doing a little spoken word, ‘War in My Head – I’m Your Enemy’ completes the picture of GG Allin. Applying his hell spawned talents as a scat slinging messiah of misanthropy beyond scummified punk rock and into more experimental places. This album is a 40-minute-long sound collage of Allin’s spoken pieces patched together by the obscure band Shrinkwrap, with some assistance from the man himself. It’s a cool idea certainly, and it had potential to be something great, but sadly the efforts of both GG Allin and Shrinkwrap fall short here.
