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Rating: Boredom, that's what drives me at 4:26 in the morning to write this review, the review of an album that has nothing to do with boredom, in fact "White Light/White Heat" is an album that has absolutely nothing to do with boredom.
An album that Scaruffi has placed in second place among the best psychedelic albums of all time. The first is the eponymous one by The Doors.
The first track is a pounding boogie like "Waiting for the Man" from their previous, legendary first album. Quite cloying. It's called "White Light/White Heat."
The second track consists of a viola-guitar loop in the background that knits things together haphazardly, and a lazy yet relentless drum. Meanwhile, a guy's voice tells an engaging (eight-minute-long) and entertaining story on the left channel. A shorter and understated version of track number six. This is called "The Gift."
The third track is one of the best on the album, much more psychedelic than the previous one, with a background viola like an ambulance siren, the tam-tam of the tambourine and two voices recounting a chilling test of courage by a man who wants to change sex, anxiety oozes from everything the ear can hear. Before the end, you hear velociraptor mergers, heartbeat, and various whistles making it clear that the situation becomes increasingly heated and oppressive, yet there remains a veiled and subdued lavender atmosphere. The man dies on the stretcher with his bloody penis cut like a salami. This one's called "Lady Godiva's Operation." Reminds one of "Heroin."
The fourth track is very, too unsettling despite its vaudeville tune and chorus. Similar to "Sunday Morning." Not much to say. It's called "Here She Comes Now." It's a breath of fresh air compared to what's to come.
The fifth track is impossible to describe as it is pure cutting noise, not noisy noise like "European Son" but close. It's called "I Heard Her Call My Name."
"Sister Ray" is the title of the legendary sixth track, legendary enough to rank among the hundred most legendary songs of all time. Legendary enough to be categorized as a drug. "Drugs here, drugs there"/"metaphysical journey here, metaphysical journey there" and I've secured my place as the greatest critic of all time, NO! (Besides, "metaphysical journey has nothing to do with it, anyway...) This is truly a drug, potent enough to give the listener energy, energy to eat, energy to build a library, or to race like a rocket in the park. It starts off slowly but seems to get faster every minute that passes, and the song from the beginning slowly transforms into a psychotic babbling delirium, to shout to the whole world... BUT! But, to shout something like this to the whole world requires a force of impact/shout and a speed so high that it remains exclusive to the Saiyans of Japanese cartoons. You can only listen to it and try to vent in the most controlled way possible. You can't resist the lustful sixth track of this album. No. A track that has something primitive, actually much more than something, it is based on animal instinct, the one that gives you the strength to survive in any way to hurricanes and earthquakes. The first thing that strikes the ear about these songs is the extreme simplicity, simplicity so simple that it can be offensive, because they made money with this simplicity; they became very famous and acclaimed, so you're left a bit sour.
What did I forget to say? Mmmh... Must buy!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 White Light/White Heat (02:47)
White light, go on messing up my mind
Don't you know it's gonna make me go blind?
White heat, it tickles me down to my toes
Have mercy, white light, have it, goodness knows
White light, go on messing up my brain
White light, it's gonna drive me insane
White heat, it tickles me down to my toes
White light I said now, goodness knows, do it
I surely do love to watch that stuff shooting itself in
Watch that side, watch that side, don't you know, gonna be dead and bright
Yeah, foxy mama, watch her walking down the street
Come upside, your head's gonna make a dead end on your street
White light, move in me and drain my brain
White light gonna make you go insane
White heat, it tickles me down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows
White light is lighting up my eyes
Don't you know it fills me up with surprise?
White heat, tickle me down to my toes
White light, I tell you now, goodness knows
Oh, she surely do move, speed
Watch that speed freak, watch that speed freak,
everybody gonna make it every week
Sputter mutter, everbody's gonna kill their mother
Here she comes, here she comes, everybody get it, gonna make me run, do it
Higher
03 Lady Godiva's Operation (04:56)
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely,
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy,
Just another toy.
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely,
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said
So long ago.
Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder,
Life has made her that much bolder now
That she [has] found out how.
Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy,
Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare,
Pretty passing care.
Hair today now dipped in the water,
Making love to every poor daughter's son,
Isn't it fun?
Now today, propping grace with envy,
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
And hasn't a care.
"Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY,
Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR.
The body lies bare.
Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING,
Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING.
The rain must have gone away.
STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE,
ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE,
Underneath the white light.
THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE
SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE
That must now be cut away.
NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION.
THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION.
One goes here,
AND ONE GOES THERE.
"The ether tube's leaking," says someone who's sloppy.
THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING.
The screams echo off the walls.
Don't panic -- someone give him pentathol instantly.
The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain.
BY MY COUNT OF TEN.
THE HEAD WON'T MOVE!
[N.B. Normal text is sung by John Cale; UPPER-CASE TEXT
IS SUNG/SPOKEN/SHOUTED BY LOU REED.]
05 I Heard Her Call My Name (04:38)
Here she comes now, now
Gone, gone, gone
Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready
Got my eyes wide open
Ever since I was on cripples Monday
Got my eyeballs on my knees, Aww my baby walkin'
After hours with Mad Mary Williams
Said she never understood a word from me, because...
I know that she cares about me
I heard her call my name
And I know that she's long dead and gone
Still she ain't the same
When I wake up in the morning
I heard her call my name
I know that she's gone, gone, gone
I heard her call my name
And then my mind split open...
06 Sister Ray (17:27)
Doug and Sally inside
They're busy cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her big man
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Ah, it's just like Sister Ray said
Rosy and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her Sailor
Who said he's just as big as ever
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
Ah, just like Sister Ray said
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots between three and four
He aims it at the Sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh, you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way man, have you got a dollar
Oh no man, I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on a ding dong
She's busy sucking on my ding dong
Oh, she does it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like, just like Sister Ray said
Now, who's that knocking
Who's that knocking on my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They've come to take me for a ride ride
Oh, but I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on my ding dong
She's busy sucking on my ding dong
Oh, now, just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now, just like, just like, just like.....
Sister Ray says.
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