Worst. Album covers. Ever. A hat tip to K Jo, who pointed out this great compilation of bad record covers from Pitchfork. (Gee, I oughta visit my blogroll more often. Maybe I'd discover some of this stuff on my own.)
A few of my favorites:
Neil Young, Everybody's Rockin'. Not sure what Neil was thinking back in the early '80s, but sometime after creating a fine album like Rust Never Sleeps, he turns into geekboy and cranks out Transformer --- and then, this! Maybe he had some bad acid -- some pink haze, perhaps -- or just OD'd on Pepto Bismol. Gotta admit, though, that I kind of like Neil's killer stance -- like a white, Canadian Chuck Berry not quite ready to launch into a duckwalk across the stage. It's a pose I've struck many a time in my youth, with a tennis racquet for a guitar. And this really is one of the more artistic of the bunch.
NOFX, Heavy Petting Zoo. As Napoleon D. would say: Grrr-ross! Says Pitchfork: "As Fat Mike scratches his head wondering why his attempts to 'rock the vote' failed to kick an unpopular president out of office, hopefully the motor action of his fingers dragging across his scalp will help him recall the image of a dude fingering a sheep. Look, the Left appreciates the effort, all votes count, blah blah blah, but they could use leadership from people who don't amuse teens by singing songs about intercourse with the overweight called "Hotdog in a Hallway". On the bright side, hiring Gallagher for his watermelon smashing antics did little to get Rockwell elected in 1964."
The Edgar Winter Group, They Only Come Out at Night. "Frankenstein" wasn't scary enough as a song, so they had to go and put the albino on the cover. Criminy -- even the mole on his face is pale. I remember this one from my junior high days, but it still gives me a fright to see this image of Edgar Winter in all his windblown, lipsticked, blinged-out, pasty glory. Yeesh.