HERE COMES MY FACE

Inspired by being sick as a dog for two days and mainly adding album covers to my iTunes, I've had a chance to admire a few good ones. So here, about 10 months after my friends did it, are some of my favorite album covers. For more extensive coverage, you can check Justin's moribund Uninvited Modernity or Casey's ethereal, possibly defunct Sweatbees Fucking on a Coke Mirror. dot blog spot dot com.

LAMBCHOP, Is a Woman.

I never really knew what the cover to this, probably my favorite Lambchop album, was. I'm glad to know it's something so sincerely creepy. Clearly the inspiration for the creepy little boy in that Gary Oldman exorcist abortion movie.



DAVID BOWIE, Station to Station

Of all of David's artistic and aesthetic periods, this album and the Thin White Duke are my favorite. I can't really explain my enjoyment of this or why I think it was his best, but I feel it captures his coked-out grandeur. He probably thought he was a fucking angel.



LIL WAYNE, Tha Carter III

Mr. Carter killed his first Blood at age 18 months. He doesn't even remember it.



INTERPOL, Our Love to Admire

Like Interpol, this is something that should be hanging above the mantle at a millionaire's house.



I don't own these next two, and I probably wouldn't want to spoil the effect:

LL COOL J, Walking with a Panther

I represent Queens I am removed from reality.



HANK WILLIAMS JR, The Pressure is On.

I don't really feel like I have to explain this one.



IGGY POP, Lust for Life

This is the most terrifying album cover I've ever seen. Cannibal Corpse can eat it. I have no idea what was going on here.



Maybe more to come. I have an absurd amount of these on my computer right now. Peace.