There really is NO EXCUSE for how atrocious this album cover is. If the primary, overriding objective of an album cover is to make you interested in purchasing the album, the only thing this little wretched thing is good for is appealing to that fractional amount of music consumers who have a voracious, never-satisfied sexual fetish for knitwear:
It’s quite tempting to say “there are no words” for this stunner of a crap album cover, but any regular reader of Turntabling knows there will be PLENTY of words.
The bottom of this atrocity declares, “Yall bitches workin on yall albums go back to the studio immediately.” With a little luck they’re planning on better grammar and punctuation on their album covers than poor Remy Ma. Never mind the punctuation though, her work reveals her to be one of those monotone mouth-breathers, bragging away over four bars of drum loops and string samples that repeat ad nauseum, with the usual three or four themes (sex, money, I feel good, I love you) on infinite repeat. “Igottanothermouthful/ofrehashednonsense/anotherIwannadoit/cominatcha”.
No, those aren’t the actual lyrics. But they will be soon.
This album cover really only screams one thing–“Me too!’ Sorry, Remy Ma, but Johnny Rotten AND Britney Spears beat you to the crucifixion gag. Your insistence that “bitches…go back to the studio immediately” is advice you should be taking yourself, especially in the art department. Ahh well…if there weren’t shitty album covers, we’d have a lot more scrambling to do in the writing of this blog, now, wouldn’t we?
P.S. It occurs that since the packaging of this product refers to it as a DVD mixtape (what?), it doesn’t really count as an ALBUM cover, per se. So sue me.
The all-time best thing about this YouTube clip is the promise that “you’re going to walk through the history of man”…all crammed onto a single red-vinyl 7-inch single! Hilariously dated and cheesy in all the right ways.
You’re reeling so hard from the sheer WTF’edness of this album cover by Johnny Guitar Watson that you won’t get the visual pun. Like those magic 3-D posters that were so popular(?) in the 90s, if you stare at it long enough, you’ll see. Not that you really need to. Or want to. Or want to need to…
