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Our happiness at this particular juncture would be ultracomplete save for one thing - namely we have not as yet found a cover shot for the album. [...] Luckily for us, we are in Los Angeles where, more than anywhere else in the known universe, bad taste abhors a vacuum, and before long we find ourselves staring into the maw of the most hideous album cover of the seventies, bar none (excepting perhaps Can't Buy A Thrill). Why are those buildings turning into repltilian horrors, or vice versa? What squalid back alley of the human condition is meant to be invoked by this contused nightmare palette? What manner of man - ill-shod, unshaven - dares sleep peacefully through this fearsome and repulsive protomorph?Worst cover of the seventies? I think not, the competition is simply too great. It would be nice if more bands criticised their own covers.