This bad album cover is brain-meltingly perverse in all the right ways. There’s no real commentary on this one, simply because…well, just LOOK at this! It’s a masterpiece of surrealism, OR it’s the dumbest piece of art designed to sell products ever.

The longer I stare at this, the funnier and more incomprehensible it gets. This is the El Topo of album covers.

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Oh, you wanted MORE commentary?

If I live to be 100, I hope that one day I can achieve the dizzying heights of pure WTF’edness that this album conveys. It doesn’t matter if the record itself is bad or good. It doesn’t matter what music it is, or even if there’s any music on it at ALL.

It could be 40 minutes of airplane noise mixed with the grunts of a man trying to extract pieces of an erector set impaled in his rib cage using a pair of rusty knitting needles and a trained ferret. I don’t care.

I need to own this.

–Joe Wallace