1-4-08 Young Republicans and Bestiality
Posted by gavortnik on January 4, 2008
(And those are two terms you don’t see together very often)
You know how artists can get a little, well, self-involved with their ouevre. Combine that with an incompetent art department and several major management malfunctions at a record label and you get: the worst album covers ever!
And I do mean “ever”.
Your neat thing for today is a three-fer that’s only neat in a Mystery Science Theatre 3000, spewing-root-beer-from-your-mouth-and-nose, Springtime for Hitler way. If ever album covers deserved Tom, Crow and Joel silhouetted in the lower left corner, these are it. You’ll notice that a lot of these covers are from LPs, which had more room for cover art, which meant more room for questionable art decisions and/or craftsmanship. Many are also from the 1960’s and (God help us) the 1970’s, too, which creates a perfect storm of awfulness.
Pitchfork Media, The Worst Record Covers of All Time
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/36938-staff-list-the-worst-record-covers-of-all-time/page_1
The Museum of Bad Album Covers
http://www.zonicweb.net/badalbmcvrs/index.htm
The Worst Album Covers of All Time!
http://worstalbumcovers.wetpaint.com/
But since I like you, I’ll give a taste of what you’re going to face. Just make sure your nuclear test-grade goggles are secured and click on the “Read the rest of this entry” link.
“Hello. I em Codename: Heino from ODESSA’s Andy Warhol Brigade, und I em fife seconds avay from pullink ze SS dagger from zis bouquet und stabbink a meddlink schweinhund reporter to death.”
Yes, that man is doing what you think he’s doing. I wonder what the message of this cover is. Probably something like: “NOFX hates every living human being on Earth, and most of the dead ones, too.”
Very popular in Appalachia and the Deep South, for some reason.
“Hey guys, let’s pose for the album cover without any shirts on and with our arms around each other! People will totally not think we’re gay!”
Yes, hallelujah! Become a Christian and you too can become a pasty, porky, Brylcreemed Young Republican!
Oh dear sweet Christ… oh Jesus, Mary, Joseph, all the saints and popes and Father McGee… that image… the implications are burned into my brain forever. Don’t be surprised if you see me shooting up a farm supply store in the near future screaming, “Please do not feed the animals! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…”
