Tobacco and dark chocolate come in low and fuzzed out, then vanilla rides over the top like a hook nobody saw coming. It swings where most dark roasts just stomp. The name is the only bad thing about it, and we are keeping the name.

We couldn't help ourselves. Stephen Blickenstaff drew that thing on Halloween night in 1983, green and spiky and unwell, a caricature of Lux Interior himself. It hit the sleeve in '84 and has been on bedroom walls and battle jackets ever since. Eleven songs deep, Garbageman and Human Fly and Goo Goo Muck, the toonz that built the lore.

Now it comes back as your new favorite f'cked up blend: Brazilian from Minas Gerais, washed Guatemalan from Lake Antigua, taken dark on purpose. Drink it hot, drink it cold, or don't, and just ditch yer pals for an afternoon with the bug-eyed ghoul.

Officially licensed Cramps coffee, roasted in Detroit, twelve ounces, shipping August 21 alongside Gravest Gravy. For the night owls, the second shifters, and anyone whose taste in music has ever been called a problem. Corky sez: don't be a drip, pour something hot over that tired ritual of yours. Strictly limited. When it's gone, it's gone.