Razorlight: Slipway Fires.
At first this image for the cover of Razorlight’s third album looks fairly innocuous. A simple premise of splitting the cover into four parts, a band member in each, and having the text run across the middle. Nice. Very clean and very simple. But look closer dear reader, for musical genius Johnny Borrell is trying to tell us all something. We all know by now that he’s got the music thing sewn up, but did any of us really know what a brilliant aesthetic mind this man has? Firstly, he’s the only one in white, because the rest of the band aren’t beautiful angels like he is so they must spend their lives (or however long Razorlight are around for, or which ever ends first) in complete darkness, thus allowing Borrell to shine brighter. Also, just look at the way Borrell’s shirt flaunts suggestively with his naval, the merest hint of nipple either side of those lovely pearls. Many would claim the pearls to be “a bit much”, but Borrell is a brilliantly unique and carefree individual who panders not to any limitations of gender or typical rock star posturing. He’s an artist and if this cover doesn’t let you know that then you’re not concentrating enough. I’m also a big fan of the hair being skillfully swept to one side to reveal an earring that finishes the pirate look with subtle aplomb. Perhaps undermining the whole tableau is the fact that the bass player (he has no name, but is situated top right) is looking over at Borrell and though he makes no face nor utters any words you know he’s thinking “what a fucking cunt this man is”. So much can be said in a simple photo. Art like this makes me proud to be alive.