“This cover tells you everything you need to know about the ’70s ideal of languid self-indulgence: It gloriously conjures up cocaine spoons and key parties, empty promises made in hot tubs, interchangeable and indifferent bodies letting it all hang out in discos, sex in sports cars and hotel rooms while the 8-track of something like this album repeats and repeats.” – Rob Horning’s “We Were Promised Hot Tubs” at The New Inquiry discusses the cover of Bob Welch’s (who passed away last week) […]