30 YES 30 MORE WEIRD RECORD COVERS FROM THE THRIFT STORES!

It's been a few months since I've done one of these posts, mined from my frequent visits to thrift stores in Washington State and South Florida. You'd think there just wouldn't be any more funny to find, BUT NO! IT NEVER ENDS. Please to enjoy!

EVERYTHING. The disembodied head floating in darkness, the look of stunned horror, the scary cross overlay, the bizarre mix of capital and lower case letters, and "Stereo Phonic Sound."

I'm wondering WWJD about those jackets and the Batman goatee. Hmm.

These kids look like a giant rolling turd is coming at them down the aisle.

"Organ Fantasy," uh huh huh huh huh huh huh.

Oh, believe me Big John Hall, we don't know why either.

I like to imagine that Grandma ordered this party and will insist that everybody sing Rusty Warren boob songs.

I have returned...to find my record languishing at the thrift store.

Oh, Steve.

If this isn't these guys signaling a team switch (AND YOU CAN TAKE THAT ANY WAY YOU LIKE), I don't know what.

Jesus trying to remember who that guy is who wants to add him to his LinkedIn contacts.

 HIT OF THE CENTURY: "TSCHINGTA TSCHINGTA BUMM-TARA!!!!"

 Hair game is STRONG.

 My Gift...My Lord = My Blog...My Snark.

I had to look closely to see that The Heritage Singers USA were not standing with Chewbacca holding a staff.

AIEEEEEE!

 The Committee has decided that standing on a railroad track is a wise life choice.

 No Tears In Heaven...no competent album photography on earth.

Want to freak yourself out? Imagine that the girl in the yellow dress is missing an arm, does not know how to grip a piece of chalk, and her head is stuck that way. Also that the boy on the box has calf muscles that extend past the back of his knees.

 KENNY NOLAN!! EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE! RUN! OR AT LEAST SWEAT!

 I know when I go to a casual party I like to be grouped into stiffly-posed couple pods.

There's little doubt that the cheetah-leopard is totally waiting for his chance to just decimate that cow.

 Nice pocket pool game, Jimmy.

I guess "Teens Tunes Tempos" must be all about the abject misery of having to share identical dresses, share one record, share one "personal massager," and wonder forever how that image got into the mirror when the angle just makes no damn sense at all.

When my daughter asks me about my fashion choices in the '70s, I can just show her this and cry quietly.

 Don keeps waiting for Jesus to return his call; Jesus totally ghosts him.

 Turn Your Radio On...so you don't have to hear this record.

I think if you read over the song titles, you will get a pretty clear picture of where and why the magic disappeared, or perhaps never really was there in the first place. Sorry, Pete.

 What is the giant bearded man going to do with the Liliputan disco dancers??

 Just pickin' in a barn wearin' a trenchcoat for Jesus.

 

And finally, a nice little record to put on at your next dinner party!