Green Sleeves: The Irish Printed Album Cover
Exhibition at The National Print Museum, Haddington Road, Dublin
Curated by Dr Ciaran Swan and Niall McCormack
Iconic images are scarce in this collection
of album sleeves printed in Ireland – U2’s Boy being perhaps the sole exception
– but for anyone with an interest in the social and cultural history of Ireland
from the 1950s to the present day, this is an exhibition worth visiting.
The sleeves on display
can be roughly divided into two eras, from the fifties to the mid-seventies and
from the mid-seventies to the present-day. In the first, it’s hard to escape
the feeling that these albums are the product of a deeply conservative
backwater, with lps featuring pictures of smiling young men and women (The
Bachelors, various showbands) in countryside or pub scenes sharing space with
those devoted to religious and political affairs. As well as John F Kennedy in
Ireland and Pope John Paul II in Ireland, there is an album of Eamon De Valera’s
recorded voice; a Hal Roach comedy album rubs shoulders with Ray McAreavy’s The
Blood-stained Badge and Frank Mooney’s The Ireland of My Dreams. Appropriately
enough, these sleeves are displayed on the walls of a narrow, darkened corridor.
The sense of stale
conformity is broken by the Dubliners’ album Revolution which shows the band scowling
from the doorway of a dilapidated Georgian house in the inner city, a precursor
to the later post-punk albums that depict bored young men in urban landscapes. In the context of the first half of the
exhibition, the garish gatefold sleeves of Horslips seem heroically different,
the stark monotone images of the new wave refreshing, the day-glo garage
psychedelia in the mid-eighties (Guru Weirdbrain, The Golden Horde) positively
subversive.
Like the vast
majority of album covers, most of those on display were originally designed to
be recognised in a shop, but in the post-vinyl era, in which the format is
little more than a cult and a marketing tool, there is much more emphasis on
the album cover as beautiful artefact.
When Little Green Cars’ latest opus can be downloaded immediately onto
one’s phone, its cumbersome vinyl version needs to have a selling point beyond
the music.
While it would be hard to champion any of the
sleeves as works of art – Thin Lizzy’s
Johnny the Fox is the stand-out in terms of originality – these covers will no
doubt transport many visitors into nostalgic reveries. For rest of us, they are
a useful reminder of how much Ireland has changed over the last sixty years.
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