It was the album art that drew me to this particular Scorpions album at first. Yeah, the sticky finger one. Of the guy who wanted to go a-touching, and paid the ultimate price. In a truly adolescent setting to boot.
These were the times of all kinds of surreal shit on album covers. And much more provocative ones than this one, too. This delicious rebel streak is long gone, unfortunately, and replaced by whitewashed rosiness of uniform political correctness. And some of them covers were decidedly tasty.
Oh, and did I mention it? Quite unsurprisingly and as always, the cover … [...] Click to raid more!