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, yet sometimes of a deliriously tasty kind. This delicious rebel streak is long gone, unfortunately. Most of it got replaced by whitewashed rosiness of uniform political correctness. This goes so far that the bad boys of … [...] Click to raid more!