Covers. But only the good ‘uns. The face-melters.
Well, now I’m all unsettled. This is like going to the dentist and hearing Nine Inch Nails flooding through the speakers. Then your dentist strolls in and he’s Rip Taylor in a bloody smock with a bag of molars. Stark. Creepy. And I love that logo.
“Try not to disturb the eels.” Dig the ethereal glow amidst the murk. Both sensual and scary with a color palette we don’t quite expect for such things.
A pink nightmare. Really taken with the figure’s extreme detail juxtaposed against the sparse landscape of Mars. The logo looks terrific here.
A threatening sky overwhelms a fallen hero who once claimed it as dominion. And then, you know, there’s a bunny. There’s no denying the questions posed by this image, or the mood it inspires.
A close encounter of the “Oh, noooooooooooo!” kind. The color here is so striking. So clean. And then you get to the warmth of Hazel’s skin tone. The softness. In harsh contrast to this harsh, overly articulated alien hand. It activates the primal urgency to protect as well as that fear of spiders. Of the unknown. It’s just visceral. A sneak preview at the conflict within.