lift to experience the texas-jerusalem crossroads
Day Twenty One. An album you hate the cover art of.
I’m going to amend this to “An album I like that has cover art I don’t”. There are a lot of albums I don’t like holding art I don’t like. That’s easy. Finding an album I like that has art I don’t like is difficult. Even if the art isn’t great, it often adds to the album. Also, sometimes the art is meant to be off-putting or disturbing. So I’m just going to try to find art I don’t like covering a record I do (and remember, this is all total personal opinion), and I’m not hating on it. Hate’s not a good word for art.
So, I’m not a big fan of the cover of the Cure’s self-titled 2004 release, or Dig, Lazurus, Dig! by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, though the musics are just fine.
Beck’s Midnite Vultures and David Bowie’s Reality don’t really do it for me, and there’s something about the covers for Breathing Tornados and 1969: The Velvet Underground Live that kind of bother me, but I’m going to have to go a little more obscure on this.
There’s this fantastic band called Lift to Experience. Kind of indierock shoegaze intensity from Texas with heavy Christian overtones. I know it sounds strange, but it is, and it’s good. But this album … The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads … holds cover art that looks and feels so out of place. Like some strange 90’s Rap bling around a drugged out hillbilly stoner selfie, while trying to push some cowboy grunge nostalgia riff through the fashion.
So there you go. More info than you wanted, and more than you needed. But regardless; the music is solid, the album art, I don’t need to see it.
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