Mar 26
Click for full imageFrank Comments: This is clearly of the 1970s, a fantasy warrior knife-fighting pose, but in disco dress, with zodiac symbols in the background. And big bugs! Seriously, I looked at it to see if it was an update of “The Radio Man” for the Disco Years. It wasn’t.
Published 1979
(Average: 7.74 out of 10)
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March 26th, 2013 at 10:29 am
OK, what have you done with the other Hardy Boy?
March 26th, 2013 at 10:44 am
If only this was made into a stage show…
March 26th, 2013 at 10:57 am
In a future shadow world – perhaps tomorrow – beware the insects! But until then, stick ’em down your trousers or fill up your mouth with ’em, or whatever, it really doesn’t matter.
You all do realize that that’s a spider’s bum in the background with the zodiac on it?
March 26th, 2013 at 11:02 am
In a future shadow world – perhaps tomorrow – Disco Boy must defend his haircut and stylish outfit against the snarky comments of internet trolls.
I was going to suggest a BEHIND YOU tag, but I think the bugs and girls are part of his entourage.
March 26th, 2013 at 11:42 am
How did that guy find shoes to match that shirt?
March 26th, 2013 at 12:11 pm
@Bibliomancer: I’m not convinced the praying mantis is part of the entourage. Some should warn the lady: “Behind you!”
No need to worry about the scary spider, though, as the blurb makes clear that it’s insects rather than arachnids we should beware of.
March 26th, 2013 at 12:48 pm
More blurbs should begin this way:
In a future shadow world – perhaps tomorrow – humans have been replaced by time-traveling robots made of hair!
March 26th, 2013 at 1:10 pm
I’m curious to see what kind of swordsman he is with such a small blade and such stunted legs.
March 26th, 2013 at 2:25 pm
The review describes this as a ‘lost gem’. Although one of the plot twists is that a handicapped girl is ransomed with ten thousand dollars covered in honey and recovered by enormous bees. I feel that my mind has been blown, and I still have the rest of the day to go.
March 26th, 2013 at 3:05 pm
Poor mantis has severe arthritis, thus preventing him from dueling our hero or inappropriately touching the heroine.
Fear not disco Mantis, BEHIND YOU (and off to the right) is a cool insect-human hybrid female (super hottie of course) tied to a rock, posing sexilly!!
March 26th, 2013 at 3:29 pm
Didn’t he used to be Roy of the Rovers?
If you look carefully, you will see that his right hand is drawn as if he is holding another dagger. And if you look carefully, you will see that he HAS another dagger sitting on his trousers. I think the artist misplaced it. Like when you accidentally nudge the wrong layer in Photoshop. Which they didn’t have in 1979.
March 26th, 2013 at 4:57 pm
‘Beware the insects!’ would be good advice on any book cover. Should be obligatory in fact. Austen, Dickens, Twain, King James Bible, Dr Seuss, 1967 Volkswagen repair manual… The world must be warned.
Tag – fashion sense for the socks (I assume socks, he could be wearing a body stocking. In which case WTF dude.) matching the shirt- .
March 26th, 2013 at 5:41 pm
Does it look to anyone else as though she cut her bikini top out of her trousers?
March 26th, 2013 at 7:14 pm
Note the brilliance of the spider theme being subliminally stroked by his cheap knockoff faux-Spiderman T-shirt design (discretely echoed in the socks), $5.99@ Wal-mart.
March 26th, 2013 at 7:31 pm
Twist: the knife-wielding hero is actually made out of spiders
Twist on the twist: that’s ok, because spiders are not classified as insects
March 26th, 2013 at 8:27 pm
Is it just me or is Disco Man’s fly open?
March 26th, 2013 at 9:21 pm
It’s just you, Jami. But careful inspection reveals he has a red Pacman ghost for a belt buckle.
March 27th, 2013 at 12:38 am
At last! A left handed hero! There you are, now all of you lefties can stop whining. About this at least.
March 27th, 2013 at 12:12 pm
@Tom Noir: actually, HE cut it out of her trousers. I don’t know if she wanted him to.
And she looks as if somehoen’s just removed her swivel-chair by spinning it so she doesn’t get a firm foothold.
March 27th, 2013 at 12:13 pm
That’s ‘someone’. Unless it was a Dutch couturier
March 28th, 2013 at 12:35 am
@Dead Stuff: Hope you’re recovered. Has it occurred to you to wonder whether the handicapped girl is the one whose bikini top was cut from her trousers, or the one on the far side of the big spider’s bum?
March 28th, 2013 at 10:54 am
@Frank: a good night’s rest helped, thanks. Yes, I had wondered. According to the summary, though, her handicap’s due to Thalidomide. The two ladies in the picture seem to have their limbs intact, she can’t be either one.
March 29th, 2013 at 1:24 am
Every part of that blond woman’s body is trying to go in a different direction.
March 29th, 2013 at 10:19 pm
@Phil–I don’t think thats a second dagger. I think it’s supposed to be the scabbard to the dagger he’s holding, which is stupid, because if you try to wear a dagger there, you will quickly discover why you don’t wear a dagger there.
April 28th, 2013 at 3:09 pm
What seems like a silly piece of blurb copy was in fact paid advertising space for a pest-control firm owned by Mr. Antenna Syndrome.
March 24th, 2015 at 11:11 am
@Jami: Perhaps tomorrow.
December 13th, 2015 at 8:08 pm
I always hear that excuse from carpenters:
“When are you going to finish the drywall?”
“Perhaps tomorrow.”
“When are giant insects going to take over the world?”
“Perhaps tomorrow.”
“When are you going to learn English, Woyczek?”
“Perhaps tomorrow.”
December 13th, 2015 at 8:33 pm
This COULD be a romance novel. “Could she learn to love a man afflicted with BUTT HAIR?!?”
September 10th, 2017 at 9:11 pm
Sorry in advance for the long post, but…
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can’t hear a thing
I am in the shadow world
In the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say?
Oh, you’re breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you
I’m kinda busy
Just a second
My friend’s abdomen is swelling now
Some guy is knifing his own belt
I’m not quite sure how
You should have made some plans with me
But you expressed some doubt
And now you won’t stop calling me
My cleavage spilling out
Stop callin’, stop callin’
I don’t wanna think any more
I left my head and heart on the dance floor
Stop callin’, stop callin’
Does it have six legs or just four
It’s got my head and my heart on the dance floor
Call all you want, but there’s no one home
And I’ve got the Antenna syndrome
Gonna sing and dance, squeeze into my pants
And I’ve got the Antenna syndrome