Her laboratory sulks beneath a flickering bulb, where flasks and wires compete with leather-bound books and shelves of rough-labeled jars. A careful mix or a cunning formula? She scribbles a progression on a torn sheaf. Slipping a svelte double cutaway over her shoulder, the lights dim as she plugs in to a massive amplifier of her own design. The tubes glow. a roar of feedback, a wall of sound. madness and genius in balance.

Revolutionary, emblazoned with warning and sigil, Coffin presents this leather-tipped guitar strap crafted in our own secret laboratory.