I recall from my childhood the days of the damn console TV never actually working right until Pap would give it the ‘ol right hand to the top of the cabinet and—POOF!—the picture would straighten out. But what I really recall were the early days of cable, and when you flipped the wires on the back of the cable box for some raunchy early morning Cinemax. Yes, it was blurry—but that didn’t stop you from showing your friends on the last sleepover that you might be able to see something…anything.

It started with the Skinemax Girlfriend and then evolved into themes based off of Type O Negative and their 12 Black Rainbows to finally Megadeth‘s Go to Hell.