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MORE FROM THE VINYL JUNKYARD
by Robert Berry
webmaster@retrocrush.com
I found this great
out of print book collecting weird old record covers called ALBUM COVERS
FROM THE VINYL JUNKYARD a few years back at Borders for just $1.99 that
was just screaming "scan these great pictures and share them with the
world!" So without further adieu, I will! (How's that for a
great introduction?) On most of them you can click each picture for a larger
version, if you dare!
It's Franklin
Sinatra!
Giorgio and Chris
are going to party with the Ti-D-Bowl Man, just after they're done
sniffing the fine aromas under the dancing lady's skirt!
For some odd
reason, I think this woman should be very very afraid.
Big George is HUGE!
If you click the picture, there's a small stamp that says, "Popular Music
Department". How would you like to live in a world where this is
popular music?
Who better to give
you an introduction to the soulful sounds of Jazz, than Reverend A.L.
Kershaw! (Writers treat him like Coltrane, insane!)
Ahh yes, a
soundtrack for your BBQ, with enough watermelon to choke a horse!
The follow up album, MUSIC FOR YOUR FONDUE PARTY wasn't as successful,
unfortunately.
Even Ken Dodd's dog
says, "fix your fucking teeth, man!"
She's a big lass,
she's a bonny lass... oh let's face it, she's a fat lass!
I'd show you the
third side of Hamish Imlach, but his colon looks too blurry
This cover's more
disturbing when you realize that it's that time of the month again
Something tells me
that Mrs. Mills loves to party!
Wake up in the
morning next to some gal you don't recognize? Just throw this baby
on, and you're home free!
Unfortunatley,
Nino's original title, "Me And My Naked Black Chick" was a bit too racy
for the politically charged climate of the 60s.
How could you do
anything but relax after looking in to these calm eyes?
How many songs did
The Singing Postman actually put out to cull a "Best of" collection
together?
From the look of
this album cover, it looks like sleeping is the last thing this wired
baby's going to be doing, especially with all those freaky floating heads
above his crib.
I've got nothing
clever to say (like that's stopped me so far) but this sure is a cute one.
I'd love to hear
what this one's all about! The back cover has her burned to ashes on
a smouldering mattress.
Tex Williams' debut
record under the RJ Reynolds Label was a smash. Man you gotta love
that 3 cig smoking action!
Click the cover for
THE COCKTAIL HOUR and marvel at the sheer amount of booze on that table!
It's only missing Ted Kennedy.
I don't know much
about The World of Joseph Cooper, but something tells me it's very lonely.
Trevor Crozier's
record contract called for 50 cents an album commission, all the beer he
could drink, and nobody, and I mean nobody, was ever allowed to use the
word "toothbrush" in his presence.
Sometimes, you just
don't need a caption...
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