Bat Out Of Hell
Meat Loaf’s Bat Out Of Hell was my favourite album when I was eleven years old, and the first LP I ever bought with my own pocket money. And the perfect album when you’re teetering on the precipice of puberty, chock full as it is of motorbikes, speed, romanticised death, teenage sex and broken hearts. The cover art by Richard Corben is one of the greatest album covers of all time, and pisses all over most of what gets hung in art galleries. It has all the apocalyptic power of a John Martin or Gustav Dore’s Paradise Lost illustrations, but it’s also something a teenage metalhead would want on a t-shirt or as a poster on their wall. I was always drawn to art that had the power to obliterate boundaries between ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture and force you to deal with it on its own terms. This drawing, done with felt tips and no pencils to guide me, was a warm-up for a much bigger version of the cover that I drew in pencil on a huge sheet of cartridge paper, and which ended up being nicked from my art folder at school. I took it as a compliment.