Freeways marked the end of Bachman-Turner Overdrive in 1977, and the next year Randy Bachman emerged with Survivor . I remember seeing this in the bins and thinking the cover was really cool. There was Randy in partial silhouette, his bellbottom jeans disappearing into the fog on the stage. His classic white Strat was partially visible, and the simple title Survivor said all that needed to be said. He was the last man standing. In the early '80s I picked up a copy and was looking forward to finally hearing what I had missed. It was profoundly disappointing. Undeterred, I had still managed to pick up a lot of things Bachman. I had a copy of Union with Fred Turner, and aside from a couple of songs it was forgettable. I also had the two Iron Horse records ... one decent, the other not so much. Heck, I even had Axe , Randy's first solo album (I still pull it down once in a while). So it's not like Survivor stopped me from being a fan ... Survivor is an odd record. It's...
You may not be able to judge a book by its cover ... but you can often get an idea of what's going to be inside. I mean, a shirtless pirate with huge pectoral muscles and an eye patch sweeping a scantily clad damsel in a dress? You know you're going to read about penis euphemisms for a hundred and fifty pages. Just because the internet is full of pointless jibber-jabber, here are a few of my favourites: Man-Root Thorn of Lust Engorged Wand Pillar of Marble Scepter of Desire Monstrous Invader Wedding Tackle What does all of this bodice-removing slang have to do with Steel Breeze? I'm working on it. Like a book, the first thing to catch one's eye is the album cover. For a new band in particular, this is a do-or-die first impression. Once you have a bit of cachet, you can release a cover with nothing on it. Ask The Beatles, or AC/DC, or Spinal Tap, but for everyone else, covers matter. The cover to Steel Breeze's debut was about as eye-catching as the cover of The Yell...