Great Yugoslav Album Covers Archives

Slovenian Pop Songs, the first 40, featuring hits from 1962 to 1980.

Why didn’t the artist also draw a big green vein going down the ice cream cone?

And just in case you’re wondering: None of the 40 song titles on the album mention ice cream. So there’s no connection or anything. It’s just random Slovenian mayhem… but an absolutely stellar 20th entry.

I’ve found a new personal motto.

This cover, starring Kiko Nestorovski, is the first to contain an ontologically complete and free-standing Weltanschauung. The title is: Hey, Life, You Demand A Lot.

I don’t think you could possibly add anything else to that. It’s almost as if Kiko singlehandedly ended philosophy in just four words.

I so want it on a t-shirt.

(Thanks Mark!)

IBRO SELMANOVIĆ: Srce bi s tobom otrova pilo.

The best album covers are often strangely ambiguous and this one is a perfect example of that. The title, Srce bi s tobom otrova pila (My heart would drink poison with you) is somewhere between very loving and very menacing. Does he want to love you? Or does he want to externalize your inner organs? His expression reveals nothing. It’s just stone-colder than Stone Cold Steve Austin.

My guess: he wants to do both. Repeatedly. And forever.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

(And thanks Peng!)

Meho: “I’m drunk on love.”

Before settling on this title, Meho also considered the following:

1) I’m really, really, really sloshed on love.
2) I’m all doped up on love.
3) Dude… I’m tripping balls in love.
4) I just freebased pure love.
5) Call an ambulance, I think someone laced my love with strychnine.

“A woman also drinks when she’s divorcing.”

I don’t know if this one can be topped. It all comes together so perfectly: crazy title, toothy expression, the implications of absolute misery. It’s solid gold.

(Thanks Mark!)

I don’t even want to comment on this one. And especially not about that bowtie.

Bajo (above) and his orchestra (not pictured)

The mysterious title of this one makes it a keeper. Ja sam ranjen kao ptica means "I’m wounded like a bird." I’m not sure what that means. He doesn’t look particularly wounded. And certainly not like a wounded bird. He does look fabuluous, though, in that suit. Awesome.

Senad Nuhanović and the "Hurricane": Good Night

Mmmmmm… classy! For the original uncensored version, click here.

(Thanks pengovsky!) 

Dragan and Minja want YOU.

I miss the days when you didn’t have to look good to be a musician. Nowadays even the minimally talented can be successful musicians so long as their bilateral symmetry is in order. Gone are the days when two men in jean jackets, one of them androgynous, could stand and point at you half-beckoningly. Hopefully not forever, though.

"Slovenian songs by Ljupka and Ivica."

The fact that "Ljupka" and "Ivica" are distinctly non-Slovenian-sounding names gives this one its special touch.