Aretha Franklin captured during the pinnacle of some soul stirring wail to the omnipotent. Perfect. This is what you imagine when you listen to Franklin.
Blue Oyster Cult with the shock and awe that helped make their music seem much meaner than it actually ever was. Mixing the church with an S&M gimp always seals the deal. Poor Rob Halford probably had this imagery firmly registered in his spank bank.
Ah, the unique selling proposition. Like their music, Black Sabbath chose a dark, minimal and bold message. Simple, unrefined. Black Country brick layers to the core.
A crafty diversion.
The all mighty Zep released Zeppelin IV with advertising that didn't mention their name anywhere. It was either genius or on some rare Spinal Tap level self-importance trip. Still, it added to the mythos perfectly. Music writers all over the states were ready to pan the new album. They didn't see this coming.
This billboard was placed smack dab in the middle of Sunset Blvd in 1971. I imagine the GTO's thought some Celtic marauders were on the verge of a rape and pillage pilgrimage to end all. That's actually exactly what happened. Quaaludes are crazy, man.
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