Subliminal meassage: Eat the peas... 
Johnny The Homicidal Maniac is far more than an existential-gen-x-goth-gore-comic-book, it's truly a parable of modern times where the protagonist is at times highly likeable and easy to identify with; while at other times he's despicable and just not nice... This work explores Confucian ideas of civility and morality – is chalked full of artful angles and highly stylized art – boasts an amazing array of fantastic monologues – and all while indulging a morbid satirical sense of humor. Something, which adds an interesting perspective, is the fact that the protagonist is a villain with whom we can identify.

“I'd hate for Nny (Johnny) to be some one-dimensional monster. There is no doubt in my mind that he's a villain in a story peopled by slightly less reactionary villains. I also don't want there to be some convenient origin to his character that would make us understand how he came to be, thus making us sympathetic towards his situation.” -- Jhonen Vasquez.

Another most interesting thing, which this book contains, is its dual perspectives; you may either see it as the story of a demented schizophrenic or an unlucky subject of a supernatural mishap, or perhaps something in-between. All in all, this is an amazing piece of work.

Spooky meassage: The peas is evil I tells ya! evil!

In prison, the three "honkeys" learned all about jailhouse rock. As soon as they got out of the big house, bigtime record execs were dying to put their groovy hip-hop rhythms down and out to the world. Now the Stard'sters flaunt their success with large clocks around their necks. They may lack liberal arts, but they got that street smarts!

Option
"The most remarked upon dish, however, would have to be the mocking pseudo-cover of the Cure's 'Boys Don't Cry' by Vinnie & the Stardusters--reimagined as 'Bake My Pie'"

Fred Mills, Magnet
"Parodies wear thin unless the objet du scorn really deserves it; clearly, Robert Smith and the Cure really, really deserve it. Too left field for Weird Al, enter this Minneapolis jokebox, which microwaves 'Boys Don't Cry' until it explodes like the proverbial wet poodle. Just wait'll you hear the electronica/jungle version on the flip."

Minnesota Daily 1/16/97
"The funniest entry on the album is Vinnie and the Starduster's 'Bake My Pie'--a hilarious spoof of the Cure's 'Boys Don't Cry."

Kurt Channing, Ink Nineteen 33
"You need to have this. This is definitely the one seven inch every collection must have."

Raygun
"A lip-smacking Cure parody"

About the Authors
Vinnie and the Stardusters is a group of farmers from Northern Minnesota. Their mission is to inform the world of the dangers of bovine hormones, stem the increase of farm accidents especially limb dismemberment, and to play some downhome hoedown music!

From Kirkus Reviews , September 15, 1998
Wilson (Everybody's Favorite Duck, 1988, etc.), the master cartoonist of the macabre, returns with 23 chuckles in the dark, plucked from Playboy, Omni, and elsewhere, covering the last 35 years or so. The primary attraction of the collection are its many illustrations, black pen-and-ink works reminiscent of Beardsley's illustrations of Faust, although the writing here and there approaches the level of S.J. Perelman (especially in The Casino Mirago). One of the more bizarre moments is the story named . . . well, it has no name, only a black blob for a title--a blob that could be a cat's paw fresh from the inkwell, perhaps, or a coal-black pear that keeps growing like a Rorschach blot throughout the story. Just what is it? Well, it's carnivorous... but we're not saying another word. The (new) title piece tells of a narrow mountain cleft that leads up to a monastery. Only one person at a time can pass through it, so anyone who wants to go up or down must ring a warning gong. The gongs require care, however, and soon a huge Kafkaesque retinue is needed to tend them.
"Campfire Story" describes some boys listening to a story so scary that some of them might not live through it. In "The Power of the Mandarin," only Evan Trowbridge stands between the malevolent Mandarin and his conquest of the world-- and the storyteller Aladar Rakas has allowed the Mandarin to kill Trowbridge, Pillar of the Establishment and Pride of the Empire. Now who's going to fight the diabolical Mandarin in this series? Why not Aladar Rakas himself? But Rakas (the author) finds himself going mad, because--with Trowbridge dead--Rakas (the hero) keeps getting into fixes the author can't get out of. The thriller grows to massive length (matching Margaret Mitchell's masterpiece) and the Mandarin threatens to turn the horrified Rakas into a garden ornament. Will the evil humor slithering through these pages slurp off into real life? Unclean, unclean! Read at your own peril.