Back in the old days the humble LP cover design and artwork could have been one of the main things that attracted a person to an album.
However if you had come across any of these crazy looking album designs in the music department I’m sure you may have definitely avoided them.
From the hilarious to the insane and rather questionable designs to truly bad taste, sexist and even racist album covers that we have on offer in our latest volume of retro bad album covers.
Although CDs are still clinging on and vinyl and even music cassette have made a welcome return to the music store I doubt any of these albums will be getting re-published any time soon.
Yes, the album art on some of these albums may be dreadful and designed by people with no eyes, but I’m sure the music on these long players may very well be very good!
These guys are not being fooled by Fanny!
By the expression on his face I can guess who is Rising Dick!
People always remember their long fat wang experience
You had me at ‘Ghost Boobs’
Pardon? What kind of workout?
Straight to the point 😉
I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty scared right now!
Cocktails for You… Laced with Ritalin!
Oh my this is creepy
Who doesn’t love Flub Dub?
I was pretty excited to find this but then I released Colonel Sanders doesn’t sing on this album at all 🙁
Is he? I better tidy the house up then
I pity the fool that doesn’t like this album
Perfect listening for the pandemic
I can see Small & Fat, but where is Beautiful?
Tea baggers and proud!
Hey Marvin, you do realise you have to take the clothes off to iron?
Dr. Fishbein talks to a growing girl…. Then gets arrested for grooming!
Obviously, John didn’t have time to join the family band with all the war and stuff going on!
What the Hell is ‘hoopapa?’
The drag tribute act to Hall & Oates
Hot Damn it’s Big Fat Lover!
Why does this exist?
Don’t cheat in our hometown, cheat in a motel in the next town over
Hi Fi Fo Fum. I see what you did there!
Wise words. Love her like a lover!
And the winner of the most racist album cover goes to….
…. Scrap that. We have the winner right here!
God’s not dead at my house. You’ll never find any evidence on us. Okay, I confess he’s buried at a neighbours!