Worst Album Covers Ever Part 2

Readers, you might want to don a  HAZMAT suit as you read part 2 of the worst cover albums. 

We've gone from worse to really really bad. The cassette saved us from thousands of  billboard-sized 33 RPM albums from hell.  Speaking of hell, let's start with Butch Yelton and Upbound.  This cover has a nice Lizzy Borden vibe.  There's nothing like having a potential serial killer headlining your band.  My educated guess is that "Butch" (AKA Norman Bates) is the one wielding the lethal  weapon in  "Swing That Gospel Axe."   I'm not sure what Butch is cutting down but I hope it's the price of the album. 

Next up, Mr. Bat Sings.  You know, a clown is scary enough.  But a clown that sings? 

I'm sorry, but was John Wayne Gacy not available?  Let me see if I get the concept. Instead of a Bat Suit, Mr. Bat is  dressed in a Bozo-like clown suit festooned with musical notes. Seems like somebody airbrushed the knife out of his left  hand. It looks like Mr. Bat  is poised to stab this own album cover -- which is probably a  great idea. 

P.S.The "late" Mrs. L.E. Twetan was the accompanist.

I'm sure Jim Post is a wonderful crooner, but does this look like a man whose album is titled "I love my life?"   Frankly, this is a guy who looks like he's passing a stone -- maybe two or three.   And the droopy Sam Elliot length mustache isn't helping.  Apparently, his upstairs neighbor agrees -- spraying what I can only assume is water on Mr. Posts  head.  I love my life too, that's why I'm not buying the album.

                                                                               

This will teach Gerhard to attend a cannibal-hosted  Luau.  When he was told he was headlining the event, he should have taken that literally.  Who pitched this design concept?  "Let's take Herr Polt's head and stick it on a pineapple ring and a slice of SPAM."   In a related story, after the album went on sale, prices for pineapples hit a record low.

Next up is Paddy Robert's "Songs for Gay Dogs."  This poor bull dog has been outed by his best friend.  Since they didn't show the back of the album, I can only guess at some of the song titles."Cuddlin' with Cujo" and "I'm a pointer, he's a setter."

 
Finally, we have a fetching album called "At Play with the Playmates." This album should be framed and sent to every self-doubting male in the country.  Here are three amigos that share a common DNA pool -- obviously, a very shallow one. The guy in the middle looks like Jerry Mathers on  Ecstasy. The man in front looks like going to hurl from The Beaver's famous Heimlich maneuver.

The third guy has most of his body parts impaled on the metal edge of seat.  Obviously, his PlayMate playing days are over.

All because they were too cheap to rent two more scooters.