Sure, why not? Even if I end up not liking any of them, it will motivate me to get a proper bottle of Morocco.

Sanzo does not always smell pleasant, but he never smells as depressing as Roderick Usher.

And I can't think of any bad-ass preacher songs offhand, but the picture really really reminds me of Dogs in the Vineyard, the indie RPG that all my friends are into right now. He'd make a great cover or something for a Dogs book.