Just who does this "Verrill Keene" think he is, anyway? Sure, he may look like a budget-bin Robert Goulet, and that sure is one fancy ass gold fuck chain hanging around his groovy black turtleneck like he's some swinging bachelor pad white boy predecessor to Flavor Flav. But even so, does that mean he's good enough to snag not one but TWO smokin' hot 60's go-go girls who can't between 'em figure out how to keep their shirts buttoned? Right, I didn't think so. But there he is, smiling like Oprah Winfrey at an all-you-can-eat buffet, and what's even worse - if that cover is supposed to imply that the three of 'em just got done with a hot sweaty bout of psychedelic lovemaking on that vintage Spanish Modern bedspread (probably selling for hundreds of dollars right now on Ebay - search "retro" and "Eames"), then shouldn't virile Verrill be shirtless or, at the very least, necklace-less? Unless, of course, that means he's missing another article of clothing. And then we need to thank the art director for cropping the photo where he did.
VERILL KEENE, AN AFTERNOON AFFAIR, SHOWTOWN LABEL LP
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