By the late 1980s, Ian McCulloch had an impressive roster of blood enemies. McCulloch was forever making comments about other artists, and one of those artists was Morrissey.
I dug out this sleeve to show how brilliantly the images tell the story of the song inside. In a few months, perhaps only a year, 45rpm singles would disappear entirely, replace by CDs. This is the last gasp of the vinyl single (which has somewhat been resurrected, of course).
All of the years of packaging and selling 45s to kids culminates in this package. After this, the art departments of the major labels would have to switch to a much smaller format. In actual size, I would be willing to bet the image is better on the 12" single, which was my favorite format.