The House of Fug

Anyone who's seen the most awesome Behind The Music ever made -- the one for Poison [although, frankly, all of the hair bands make for awesome Behind The Musics, what with all the people losing their arms in bus accidents and people waking up with needles in their arms and people violating innocent breakfast burritos] -- knows that CC Deville RULES when it comes to talking about his downward spiral of donuts and drugs.

I wonder what he would say, were he featured on Behind That Misguided Outfit:

I seem to recall him, on Behind the Music, working a sort of Hillary Clinton meets Doris Day pageboy bob, and in a way, it's comforting to see him -- what the hell am I talking about? Nothing about this is comforting! Look at the frighteningly orange face! He looks like a transient from the neck up. And the suit....sweet Santa on a sleigh ride, the suit! I get that he's, you know, a ROCKER and all that shit [although plaid equals punk to me, and CC Deville, although delightfully forthcoming about how his house of whores turned into a house of HORRORS and whatnot, is not really punk], but this outfit doesn't scream "ROCK AND ROLL" to me as much as it whispers, "I just escaped from a mental institution specializing in kicky restraints, and now I'm going to eat your face."