As a testament to Dave's awesome power of rhyme, I'm going to be saying 'Devastatin' Dave, the turntable slave' all week in my head now and bursting into laughter.
No Julie, RUN! That skeezy drunk bastard is not planning to give you a pony for your birthday!
Finally, someone to show Britney how to get it back together and leave the boys panting.
Oh God, no! No, no, nooooooooooooooo....
More here (I think The Louvin Brothers one might be valuable if you happen to have it in your basement)!
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I don't know about covers, but possibly the worst album I ever heard (and I'm proud to say I own the vinyl, yeah) is an early-70s horror called "Flower Power Sitar", which has to be heard to be believed. It makes Les Paul and Mary Ford sound like Johann Sebastian, and is rivalled only by a CD I have of classical steel band from Trinidad, which plays Chopin on cut-down oil drums. I. Am. Not. Kidding.
P.S. I've just remembered the name of the Flower Power perps: Rajput and the Sepoy Mutiny. It's prolly around on MP3 somewhere. Gro-o-o-o-a-an.
A painfully obvious one from my collection is Van Morrison's Hard Nose The Highway, with its truly weird psychedelia. But just about any album cover from the 80s will do; the sartorial and follicular atrocities remain as nauseating as ever.
Is it just me, or does Joyce look like one of Andrea Martin's SCTV characters? Oy vey!
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