ALBUM covers seduced many a record buyer to spend their cash. Very often the cover was better than the record. The lewd promise of casual nookie with fabulously manly men and pin-ups; of watching a woman eaten alive; and children embarking on a lifetime of therapy have been looked at. And some album covers form yesteryear are unsettling. They send a shiver down the spine. You buy the record on the promise that inside is some haunting gnostic truth or mind-bending devilment. Take a look at these:
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Spotter: Waxidermy
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