The Ultimate Guide To The Greatest album covers of All Time 2025 [PDF]

Thank you @jbgood47 . I somehow feel sorry for today's generation and how they will not know the joy of flipping through the LPs and 45s at the record store, spending hard-earned allowance, and then carefully putting the vinyl on the player and proudly displaying the album while the tunes played. Brought back memories.

 

I got some flashback when I saw the frontpage of this magazine. I'd either owned the LP myself or seen it in the music store

 

OMG - indeed some flashback memories! Back in the 80's we were in England and slow-adopters of the CD scene, but nevertheless on-board for making that transition. We drove to London from Cambridge to Virgin Records in search of the LP for the German band Trio's self-titled album - God - I think I still have that somewhere.




Their big hit was Da-Da-Da - but I think was spelled Ja Ja Ja (German) - everyone luved that song but my personal favorites were Sabine Sabine Sabine and Sunday You Need Love, Monday Be Alone {it was probably reflective of the times we had during those years there}.

My fried friend Paul was in desperate search for Yes' s 90215 CD - at that time a CD was running for 16 quid (or somewhere in that ballpark).



For whatever reason - damn economics - these were two titles that were unobtainable anywhere up until an alignment of the stars (and fresh inventory at Virgin) - but they had those two items!

We were so jacked to get back home and have stereo wars during parties (drinking 1/2 yards and girls drinking German beer boots - gave new definition to a wet T-shirt - point the toe up!).
He was proud of his Kenwood Pre-amp - amp impedence-matched components and Polk speakers; myself equally proud of my Carver "spacial" sonic holography [don't know what that means - one had to be an acoustical engineer to properly position oneself to discern any significant difference) Pre-amp and M1.0 amp with both carrying a signal via Monster Cable to the Klipsch's - - - WTH . . . we were deaf for days . . . looking back - - - all that crap was quite expensive for what we made at the time . . . crazy youth.

My Amp is now in the attic retired with leaking caps - not sure whatever became of Paul - and I still like the same music - - - don't readily recall who performed any half-time shows at the Superbowl for years now . . . but I should sell those Monster cables (if I can find them) because there's more copper in those than in all my plumbing . . .

 

@Nikon4life , your comments and photos truly resonate. I remember working on recording projects in the 80s when album production was a work of art involving the interaction of dozens of creative professionals. When you listened, you could sense the touch and talent of human beings in every album. I recall my search for the best possible equipment to reproduce what I heard on the monitors, and as you know, it wasn't cheap. As I was in Tokyo, I had access to Akihabara and brands like Nakamichi, MacIntosh (love the blue glow of the tubes), Linn, etc., which were magic. You would love the jazz bar I frequented in Harajuku where hundreds of albums filled the wall and two Micro turntables played tunes while I emptied bottles of the best Suntory before it became famous and ridiculously priced. (Now you have me searching for Trio, which is probably still quite relevant.)

 

. . . you write extremely descriptively and one can almost feel and hear the low hum of the tubes within those MacIntosh (the OTHER - and far more - expensive apple) - Trio was just a band that gripped ya buy the cajones and helped one live in-the-moment - and we had cheap Strats (before they became expensive) and Marshalls were entering their Jubilee series - plug straight in with a Chorus pedal in the loop - simple and fun . . . you were in the process and trajectory of being a Pro while I was clearly an idiot . . . LOL

EDIT - Sorry for insulting the tubes of the MacIntosh amps - you and I both know there was NO hum coming from those tubes . . .

 

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
(maybe just the Tokyo traffic in those days)