And tomorrow, one must presume, it will rain blood

... followed by a plague of locusts. 'Cos when Paul Anka covers Nirvana, the apocalypse just can't be far behind.

Gotta give the guy credit. Some of this stuff almost sounds strangely appropriate, arranged this way. But the Smells like teen spirit cover, I'm afraid, is just disturbing.

The man is starting to scare me. He really is.