White punks on dope, or James Last in clogs?

To my delight, I discovered that my local second-hand furniture shop had received a job lot of 70's L.P.'s and were selling them for a euro each.

I spent about 15 minutes browsing through them, chuckling to myself at how awfully naff most of them were, and picked out the best (=worst) and most colourful of the bunch to bring back home and frame.

I'm thinking of hanging them in the stairwell, then every time I walk past James Last Op Klompen, I can laugh at his ridiculous trousers.