Southern Gospel loonies strike again. Just LOOK at these weenies. Matching suits, goofy smirks, plenty of Brylcreem and one GREAT BIG HOMOEROTIC ALBUM TITLE.

Just who were these guys getting the horn over, anyway?  Probably the photographer, standing in a baptism frock with a “Mom cut it at home” pageboy haircut and hippie sandals.

If you can get over the obvious, the title “Let Me Touch Him” sounds like some kind of weasel-faced, Jesus-soaked Buzzcocks ripoff (“Why Can’t I Touch It?”) but it’s much more fun to think of these creepy bastards fighting over some choirboy.

None of these guys looks like they even want to be on the cover of this musical abortion, let alone SING on it. How many copies do you think THIS one sold? Probably about as many as a Duritti Column 12-inch single.