One of the things I love about album covers is that they're more than just an image: they're a unique combination of image, text, and indeed the subtext of the music itself. All three come together (ideally) in a beautiful, swirling symbiosis of meaning-making and expression that can move one beyond the plane of the mundane and literally transport you to another world of experience...
That said, sometimes that world can be a ruddy, sweaty, constipated kind of place. A place full of encrusted signet rings, cheap bourbon, & pepto-bismol. The kind of place your creepy uncle takes you to after the uncomfortable family reunion.
No, sometimes I don't like album covers at all.
They're not dancing cheek to cheek, 2/10
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