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Rating: The 70s, a fantastic period for music, even for a great like Reed, coming off two big successes (Transformer and Sally Can't Dance), decides to change the rules. He takes his guitar, connects it to his amplifier, and probably half-baked as always, starts experimenting wildly, creating an album that, summarized briefly, is just noise. Nothing more.
Some consider it a gem, some a joke, others play the connoisseur and love it without even listening to it.
I, without ifs and buts, consider it noise. Experimentation? Yes, perhaps. But for me, this album remains unlistenable.
It represents nothing, it gives me no emotions. Just a sense of annoyance in my head, with all that uninterrupted metallic noise for over an hour...
Conclusion: this album is nothingness! Total nothingness. However, I agree with Reed's hatred of his (so to speak, since he too disowned it) "Sally Can't Dance", an album engineered by his record label (RCA Records), perhaps the reason why Lou told everyone to fuck off with this album, a sort of revenge.
But whatever they say, I find it unlistenable, there's nothing to be done.
Just noise.
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