What the musical acts of yesteryear lacked in autotuning and bland, corporate box-ticking, they more than made up for in sheer talent and authenticity.
Here we present a gallery of 20 album covers by artists who were - for better or worse - keeping it real. What does this have to do with video games you might ask? Allow us to explain that thusly: nothing.
"Ok, Wayne, but we think you should change your look - people are going to think you just ripped him off..."
"Oh. Sure thing... I got an idea..."
'Wayne, please take your head out of the cotton candy machine..."
"Did you say something? I can't hear over the noise of the cotton candy machine."
"I've got one, Ken"
"Yes it is, Jerry. It's really me."
"Cor blimey! I can't believe it. What are you doing calling me on my old-fashioned telephone?"
"I want you to go out and murder people, Jerry."
"Whatever you say, boss!"
"Bend over, Mr Mann, and let me take a look."
"Alrighty, if you think it'll help, but I was speaking in a creative sense. Parp!"
"When you say 'can I borrow another feelin'?' what you actually mean is 'Can I shoplift another bottle of scotch', don't you, sir?"
"Yeh. Can I?"
"Where we're a-goin' - we don't a-need a-clothes!"
"Why, where are we going, Quim?"
"I was playing down by the loch, and a giant man came out of the water and scared me."
"A giant man? What was a giant man doing in the loch?"
"Having some sort of seizure I think."
"I've got an idea for a new show called The Playmates. It's about three middle aged triplets, who ride around on a red moped having adventures, but the one at the front isn't so sure about it all."
"Okay. Have a four-series commission."
"You're welcome, Mike. Happy birthday!"
"I mean, it's really kind of you, but I'd rather been hoping for a new drill..."
"Mmm-hmmm... it sure is, grandma. Slurp slurp slurrrrrrp."
"Oh, no - that wasn't me. That was Maddy's death rattle."
"Quick, let's get it on tape!"
"Er... yeah, but it wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to photograph your beauty..."
"Zivan! Zivan! Come quickly, the barn is on - "
"How dare you! How dare you interrupt Zivan's downtime?!
"But it's really important. The barn is literally - "
"Get out! Get out! Zivan has not finished playing yet!"
"A touch of face paint and nobody will ever know."
"Don't worry, Roy - I've got a gig lined up for you where I guarantee nobody will boo you..."
"You do? Where is it? Madison Square Garden? Wembley Stadium?"
"Sydney Opera House...?"
"Your albums flopped, Mr 'Bones'. At least this way you'll be able to start again, playing to a new, much more receptive, demographic. Now... here's your plane ticket to New Orleans..."
"What's on the agenda for it?
"Oh, you know. Stuff."
"Stuff. Party stuff, ja. It is das stuff party 1."
"Will Klaus be there?"
"We left him with the babysitter."
"His name's Jo or something."
"Not... Jo Calypso?"
"You have to leave immediately. Your son is in grave danger!"