Have a Cartoon Lee Majors Christmas… oop, no, wait:
Have a Tiny Tim Christmas, or not. But hey! Lookee here:
We wish you all a Bootsy Christmas! And may Santa bring you all the funk you deserve.
Category: Crappy Album Covers
Great Stocking Stuffer
Raw, um, talent
If that’s not bad enough, you can listen to their “hit” here. Just remember, there are some things you can’t unhear.
(Here’s our archive of Crappy Album Covers. Don’t miss Strider’s archive, either; he’ll be adding this one shortly.)
[Found here via somewhere else.]
[Update 5 December 2009: Good god. According to Strider, they had street cred in the UK. Lookee here.]
Hot Christmas
[Crappy Christmas Album Covers from Amy Oops. But beware of Charlie the Hamster downloads… Firefox says they gots malware attachments.]
More Hot Covers
(Ciclk ot mkae tehm bgeigr.)
What scares me about these is that they have SOUNDS. SOUNDS that someone liked enough to purchase, so that they could hear the SOUNDS over and over again. (I completely understand wanting to have THIS compilation, and if I ever get a cell phone, the ringtone’s gonna be Leonard Emmanuel’s “Old Timey Holler.”)
[Strider has an excellent collection of crappy album covers, with commentary, here. Related TR archive post here. New crappiness from here.]
Pretty Awful Album Covers
Actually, I kinda like “Limbo” and “Bongo Date.” Click on the images and collect ’em all.
I don’t remember where I found these, but they didn’t come from MY collection.
[Related posty here. Still blogsitting Finicky Penguin’s Corner if you want a double dose of Bunk.]
[UPDATE: A loyal reader (see comments below) alerted me to another Pretty Awful Album Cover that should be included — last one in the stax o’ wax above. There are way too many PAAC’s to include them all, but here’s another. Thanx, Dolph.]
Let’s Make a Band!
It’s the weekend. You have time for this.
The recipe was found here, via here, via here, sort of.
Let’s Make a Band!
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album. (You might have to click new random quotes at the bottom)3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.You then take the pic and add your band name and the album title to it, then post your pic.
Okay. Here’s what I got, and it looks just like all the other
Ricki Lee Jones-meets-Cyndi Lauper bluegrass mashups populating the discount racks next to the records of many other female artists whose first names end in “i.”
Well, that was a fun fifteen minutes, but I was hoping my album would come out more like one of these classics:
Yep, she’s hot, even without “Ivy Pete and his Limbomaniacs” but with the threat of instant depilatory immolation. Dump the dweeb, doll, and take a ride with ElectroGlide in my V-8 sled of love.
Four musical women, preggo with the children of other spouses? This one bothers me. A lot.
Paul Taubman sold more albums that he could count on one hand, but unfortunately he was knocked off the bottom of the charts within minutes after the first release by Ivy Pete. What’s amazing is that Taubman wasn’t a pianist, but played a two-note pre-colombian ocarina in rooms with plenty of standing room only.
And what is the worst album in Bunk’s collection? It is not only the worst, it’s one of my favorites:
Recorded in 1975, Hollerin’ features the unforgettable Leonard Emanuel and others, live at Spivey’s Corner North Carolina. (Hear clips here or here.) The double record set came in very handy back when Bunk was still slumming around in apartments. If the neighbors were making too much noise, I’d just slap side one on the turntable, crank it up, and laugh and laugh and laugh. Lucky you, it’s now available on CD, and well worth the bucks for the entertainment. Try it on your loud neighbors. Believe me, everyone shuts up when they hear it. This works.
Mr.T Done NeeNo JibbaJabba Boutis Socks.
1. Done gimme no jibbajabba, foo.
2. See Commandment above, foo.
3. Ah pity da foo done unnastan nummas ONE an TWO.
4. Ah done harley wanna touch dis green-shirt-wearin foo. He smell funny. An keep dose joov-nall-matchin-sock-foos behinda fents.
[Excellent album cover find from (the late) Your Daily Awesome. More Mr.T excellence may be found here and here. Oh yeah. Here, too.]
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