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22 October 2006

Speaking of Music

While it's on my mind, and since Hallowe'en is just around the corner, here's something from The Onion A.V. Club: The 13 Scariest Album Covers.
9. The Beatles, Yesterday and Today


The original art for The Beatles' 1966 release Yesterday and Today sparked such a negative reaction that the first American pressing was quickly recalled and replaced with something much blander, making the "Butcher cover" a major collectors' item for those who like their British Invasion idols covered in doll parts and raw meat. It's still pretty creepy today: Photos of John Lennon naked in bed with Yoko Ono was no big deal, but a beaming Paul McCartney with a severed, bloody doll head propped up in his lap? Eerie.

4 Comments:

At 9:47 PM, Anonymous raincoaster said...

I dunno about that list. There was one on another list I saw, it was a country album and it was called something like "Lurleen's Sixteen". It had a pic of a barely-16 girl wearing mega blue eye shadow, a tight cowboy shirt and jeans and some really creeptastic old guy with a white trash 'stache gripping her hand like a pedophile on a field trip with his victim. There were stubbed-out cigarettes in the ashtray and they both had beers. Creeeeeeeepy.

The creepiest thing is, it was meant to be romantic.

 
At 9:50 PM, Anonymous raincoaster said...

Ah, found it. Even creepier than I remembered.

 
At 8:09 AM, Blogger Metro said...

Y'know, I'm not surprised it's creepier--cosidering it's obviously a totally different album.

No "tight cowboy shirt"
Jeans? How could you tell?
"White trash 'tache?" Where--the guy's wearing a Quaker beard!
HE has a beer and a smoke in the ashtray--she has nothing.

You really should lower the dosage, regardless of what the kind people at the clinic tell you. Or the voices in your head.

Still, it's definitely kinda creepy. But creepier than the Beatles in blood and body parts?

 
At 10:57 PM, Anonymous raincoaster said...

No tight cowboy shirt? Ain't you never seen what cowboys wear? That there's gingham, m'boy!

And when it comes to exotic facial hair, I must confess I just peek and consign the memories to the dust heap of "to be dealt with in therapy". The horror, the horror!

And, like, so way creepier than Beatles and body parts. So, SO way creepier.

 

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