Logically, when a group is called Yellowjackets, you'd expect an illustration of that insect on at least one of their album covers. I can't rationally explain why I hadn't pulled out the group's self-titled album and listened to it in years. The band's smooth jazz goes down easily, and I remember liking it when hearing it previously. Irrationally, however, I think I associated the album cover with being stung.
Recently, however, I cast that subconscious association aside and listened to the album again; it was as consistent as I'd remembered it. Too bad I'd let the cover art prevent me from enjoying it for so long...
