For a start, any vinyl record that presumes to teach you something about sex already has a lot working against it…but throw a creepy/pervo Norman Rockwell vibe into the mix with the cover art and you have WTF gold. And look at that cup of coffee she’s got there…whatever she’s learning from that record, she’ll be up all night thinking about it.
I discovered this one at the similarly WTF-n-vintage-obsessed Vintage Everyday blog. Good stuff there…and a lot of it!
–Joe Wallace
For some reason this album cover reminds me of Pete Walker’s Frightmare. The expressions on these faces say to me, “It’s nice to meet you. Can you stay for dinner? Can you BE dinner?”
–Joe Wallace
I’ve been staring at this album cover for quite some time trying to remember what it reminded me of…
I have never listened to Come to The Chapel, but I can only imagine that it’s totally dreadful–LOOK at this and try to convince someone, anyone, that it’s worth five seconds of needle-drop time. Just TRY.
But that’s besides the point. I could NOT get it out of my head what it was this LP cover was reminding me of in all its wretched glory. And then it popped into my head like the distant drunken memory of touching a party guest inappropriately after one too many glasses of wine…
This album cover is creepily reminiscent of Peter Walker’s 70s Brit-sploitation magnum opus House Of Whipcord.
If you’ve never seen the film, that reference will mean NOTHING to you…but if you HAVE seen House of Whipcord, doesn’t this poor old born-again crooner lady bear the faintest resemblance to the creepy whip-loving matron of the private dungeon in the Pete Walker flick?
She just projects the VIBE of someone who would be inclined to keep “wayward girls” locked up in an illegal detention center waiting for the chance to put ’em on trial or lay down the whip, either way.
If you have not seen the movie, you owe yourself a look at this obscure 70s retro classic of Brit moral terror. Click the pic to go buy it right this effing instant from Amazon.com.
–Joe Wallace
Fleetwood Mac have been immortalized in the not-so-hallowed halls of bad album artwork before, but this truly is one of the most bewildering LP covers in their history as a band. If someone knows WTF they were thinking when they approved the artwork for Heroes Are Hard To Find, perhaps sharing that information could clear up the mystery.
One suspects that the driving motivation behind this album art was that it was mostly black, enabling one to quickly locate a small quantity of leftover cocaine residue left behind by the previous snorter, if one were so inclined.
