Not a “pretty” cover really. Beat to hell. From Mexico. There’s little aesthetic appeal here. Not really much “art direction” to speak of. Maybe an interesting low vantage point angle. Can’t speak to it musically but it’s intriguing.

Sometimes I try to image the record store and then house that a used record came from before I found it. A small dusty Mexican apartment with a cheap hi-fi set, torn curtains by an open window. Maybe the guy worked at a factory and came home with a bottle of beer and a goat taco he bought on the street; unlocked the door, pulled the light cord, opened his beer, switched on the stereo, placed the needle on the record, propped up the cover and had dinner alone.

(22 votes, average: 4.73 out of 5)

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