None more white

White Cowbell Oklahoma! The very name is enough to strike fear into the heart of the god-fearing and rock-hating alike! Once again they shivered the timbers of Barrymore's with their four-guitar, pumpkin-desecrating shenanigans. Oh yes, there's many an unlawful gyration to disclose ...

But first, a warning from Sheriff R.F. Horton: "Gather your belongings and leave quickly if you value your persons!"



No one left, so here's Sgt. Rock!



Jessup H. Christ in the latest fashion essentials.



Jesse Lactater hand-signals for us all!



Bubba Lee Phett prepares to fight the power.



We interrupt these introductions so Chainsaw Charlie can fill you in on all the essential Cowbell products you need to live a full and happy life!



Mudflap Williamson, lookin' much as we left him.



The Cuz'n Who Hath No Name gives the audience a peculiar look. The bowler helps.



T'Boo Hollis Wayne Gentry IV in a moment of repose.



There was an appalling lack of Clem in my last White Cowbell Oklahoma post, so there's some extra Clem-ency this time around!



Now that we're all introduced, you can scroll on down for the show.



... and of course the answer to that eternal question - what's the chainsaw for?