Album: Dirty Work
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Remember when Rolling Stones album covers where five sullen dudes all in black staring down the camera in a black background? Not so much with the cover shot for Dirty Work, which was one of their greatest misfires ever. With four out of the five Stones wearing neon pink jackets — only Charlie, the snappiest dresser of the lot, demurred — assembled around a day-glo couch, I’m convinced that a lot of people just laughed and never played the fucking record.
I mean, yeah, you’d expect Mick to dress trendy, maybe even Bill & Ron, but how in the fuck did they talk Keith into this? You can see that he’s trying to save some face by making sure his ubiquitous skull ring is displayed, but even more than the big-ass snare sound that co-producer Steve Lillywhite got, nothing screams “HEY, WE’RE SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING 1980s” more on Dirty Work than that godawful cover. At least nobody’s smiling.