

Where, indeed, do the streets have no name, that is the question we should be asking. But this question is not answered by the cover of U2's 1987 single
Where The Streets Have No Name. We could only think of one place where the streets have no name, and that would be where no-one cares what the name is because there is something more important to distract them from this inane question. Something like, for example, a naked chick standing on the street in question. And hey, that's what the remixed single cover shows. How great is that?