Album: Rocket to Russia
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One of the things I truly loved about Rocket to Russia was just how funny it was. Song after song described ridiculous situations — opening with “there’s no stopping the cretins from hoppin'” and closing with “now she’s lying in a bottle of formaldehyde” — made even more ridiculous by the contrast between Danny Fields’ iconic cover shot of four dour young men standing a brick wall and John Holmstrolm’s ridiculous drawings on the inner sleeve, and especially the back cover.
Years later, I would learn that the dourest of those four young men, Johnny, pretty much conceptualized that back cover, which might account for the now-problematic caricatures in the drawing.