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| 6- The Minister's Quartet: "Let Me Touch Him" Is this the warcry for all the Catholic Preists out there? Or the insane rantings of four men with a bad album title? Not only is this a crappy picture, but a really bad name for the band/album. Him could refer to almost anyone. Why not her? Did they come out of the closet? Who are they going to touch? Is there a bonus feature of them actually touching him? |
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| 5- Orleans: Waking and Dreaming A lot of scary things come out of the 70's. Namely 5 naked guys all close to each other. I guareentee that Barry Gibbens and the rest of the BeeGee's didn't grace the cover of their albums in just cowboy hats. One last thing: Where is the front guy looking? I'd like to think he was wondering, "Hey, Juilian, not all of us are like you and Viceroy. Where is your other hand? I need to see them both. That was the deal." Well, at least we answered the question to the Minister's Quartet's question. |
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| 4- Millie Jackson: E.S.P Wow, thank God for that crystal ball, lest we see what she's hiding. E.S.P., or Extra Sexual Persuasion for short is the anthem of how she never got laid. Not with a face like that. Looks like she was beaten to death with the ugly tree and planted under it. Why is she so surprised? This shot looks like it was dragged out of a random selection, as if she was about to perform fellatio on a dead horse. Now that's what I call "Sweatin' to the Oldies." |
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| 3- John Bult: Julie's Sixteenth Birthday The picture looks like it was taken more closer to Julie's 27th birthday, but let's pretend we're all idiots for a minute. I think they wanted this picture to symbolize a father consoling his daughter. Perhaps she didn't get that Camero, or maybe she's pregnant, and he's telling her that he won't beat her...for now. In any case, John Bult wants you to believe he's a good father figure. Although you can't see it, he's wearing a wedding band, so I presume it's his daughter, and not a mistress, although where he's from, it's only a stone's throw away. Anyway, it looks like she's not only feeling the unrequited harpings of love, she's also probably screaming out for the sweet release of death. |