I don’t know why so many Korean issues of American LPs look like this. Single-color, silk-screen-looking oddities, they translate full-bore cover art into a Warhol-esque specter. I can’t get enough of these, though I can’t decide if they’re a legitimate piece of design, or lo-fi indignity visited upon Dionne in that fancy dress. The prog rock and metal ones, blotchy and demolished, fare worst. But funk and soul covers somehow come out looking like they mean it. Not quite austere, or angry, they still manage to strip away all pomp. They turn outlandish outfits and artificial landscapes into muscle and skein, albeit the color of Mars and noxious gas in space. No one said that “psychedelic” had only one mode, or was always going to choose the rainbow.