You’ve written all the songs and painstakingly recorded everything. Now it’s time to release this unified body of work as an album. But what do you call this collection?
Coming up with an album title can be devilishly difficult. The Beatles wanted to call the follow-up to Sgt. Pepper A Doll’s House but discovered at the last minute that someone else had already taken that title. They basically gave up at that point and just called it The Beatles. We call it “the white album.” They ran into the same issue with their last studio project. Macca wanted to call it Everest complete with a cover photo of the band at base camp in the Himalayas. That proved too difficult so they took some photos out on the street and called the record Abbey Road, the street on which you’ll find EMI Studio. After the album came out, the studio was re-named Abbey Road.
Do you number your records? Think Chicago who, the last time I looked, is now up to Chicago XXXVI. Or do you give up on titles entirely? That was the way Peter Gabriel went with his first four solo albums, each of which is officially called Peter Gabriel.
Other people just get stupid. The Butthole Surfers chose Locust Abortion Technician for their 1987 release. My estimate of Limp Bizkit went to new depths with the release of Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavoured Water. The spelling of Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness will always bug me. And then we have the blatant punctuation abuse at the end of Guns N’ Roses’ The Spaghetti Incident?
So over to you: What’s your pick for the worst album title ever?