If any art ever defined pop psychedelic, I fear it’d be that of Todd Schorr. It’s borderline too-much-for-the-brain-to-take-in. Still, if I was on a bad trip, I’d be content in his world for an hour or two. Saturday morning cartoons, dinosours and King Kong? Oh, yeah, bring it on. It’d be a heck of a lot tamer than some of the darker mental landscapes I’ve posted here. Yeeesh.
