Every so often you come across something that neatly encapsulates everything that is good about the internet. Such a site is the Museum of Bad Album Covers.
We’re not just talking Herb Albert and His Tijuana Brass bad, or even Village People bad. We’re talking high voltage, off the scale, river deep mountain high, turn the amp up to eleven bad. We’re talking stuff like this:
They got up that morning, had a shave and a shower, got dressed and looked at themselves in the mirror and thought "You know Sven, you are one bitchin' motherf***er!". Now, at what point was the mistake made? I'm not sure.
What's with the shoe? And why in God's name is it brown?
The folks at Bad Album Covers invite votes on the top ten worst covers in their collection. The winner was a cover of such wrong-headed awfulness, such offensive stupidity, that I’m afraid I can’t bring myself to put it up here. Suffice to say that it is "Virgin Killer" by The Scorpions, for which someone at RCA records should have been sacked and quite possibly prosecuted. I’ll link to it here.
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