| ||That cover art for Coast to Coast is the most embarrassing piece of tossed-off crap I have ever seen from a well-known artist. Did he make THAT while sitting on the toilet? I picked up a copy of the LP to look at it while at the store and about fell over when I saw it was on Merge and not on his new shitty label Prom Is Coming. Jesus, to think this guy once consumed my thoughts! I am so proud to say I am a rehabbed ex-Pollard junkie and it has been about 376 days since my last Pollard purchase. Hallelujah!|
| ||yeah God, if the cover art is all yellow and... RED, then the music itself must be awful! Good thing I listen to music with ONLY good album covers.
Its not like Pollard has any sort of (albeit diminishing) consistency or anything like that.|
| ||ReichlJuice: You have failed to pay attention to detail and are therefore not talking about the same cover as I. And you are making a different point than I am. Pollard has had zero quality control for the past 8 years, and this is yet another example; sadly, he once invested a great deal of care into his cover art. With Coast to Coast this care is completely out the window. It is practically the same shot from the Silverfish Trivia cover, only in black and white, with some horrible computer lettering thrown over it. It's a bad cover. Of course, Pollard sycophants and sarcastic assholes won't ever be able to admit that.|
| ||uh ok...
but its just a cover?
theres music INSIDE the cover.
who can be taken seriously by getting all pissy over a cover? Were you a fan of the Broken Social Scene You Forgot It In People original cover? I wasn't. Did it stop me from eventually buying it and liking a majority of the songs? No.
As for Pollard having zero quality control... I'm sure even the non-Pollard enthusiast would argue that point.
Your point, which I think is that Robert Pollard sucks because his cover art isn't what it used to be (I could stare at Alien Lanes' cover for hours), kind've sucks.|
| ||Jesus, calm down.|
| ||That said, a lack of quality control of cover art is, in Pollard's case, emblematic of his overall loss of quality control during this decade. No one can present a compelling case that Pollard's catalog is not now a bloated affair, rife with half-assed albums whose regular appearances are all too often confused with noteworthy prolificacy. If you want to kiss Pollard's ass, go back to Postal Blowfish. And "kind've" isn't a word. You mean "kind of." Over and out|