Can you judge an album...
...by it's cover?
The jazz labels Blue Note and more
recently, ECM, have had their cover art raved over, and published.
The ECM covers are simple, sparse,
often great photos of natural beauty:
Just the name of the artist, the album
title, and the sea.
I've always loved winter photos of bare
trees, the angle of view, and the tall slenderness of the trees makes
this.
Sea again.
The Blue Note label was the first to
pay the composers and artists what they deserved, rather than
cynically exploiting them.
They are very much of their time, 50's onwards.
This, when you flick through the racks today, still grabs your attention.
A personal favourite, a great album, strong, melodic, funky jazz. Steely Dan quoted the opening of Song for My Father in Ricky Don't Lose That Number.
Another that grabs the attention, this is one of those you can bung on to lift the mood.
Talking of lifting the mood, Primal
Scream's contribution.
Not just a great cover, but an opportunity to use the words 'holy trinity' (as in the Stone's holy trinity of Exile, Let it Bleed, and Sticky Fingers), and photo montage.
Then, there's the “what were you
thinking about” category:
For what, exactly? My guess is this
didn't need a 'parental advisory' warning about the lyrics.
Mate, we all know you're gloriously
barking mad, but why didn't anyone yell “Kevin, no, stop, don't do
that!”
Not just a bad cover. Richard
Clayderman and ABBA. Torture.
Would you send your boy to these
blokes' barbershop? Me neither. A MC Hammer (U can't touch this) tribute?
Quite apart from anything else, how
does a ventriloquist translate his act into a recorded medium?
Zip Zap Rap, by Devastatin' Dave the
Turntable Rave? Shurley shome joke here?
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