― Alex in NYC, Friday, 30 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Venga, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The reason why? Dave Davies' vocals principally - the death rattle of a dehydrated meths drinker - but also the song, a feeble, mysogonistic whine. It was a cover though, not a Ray or Dave original, so at least that's something.
― Dr. C, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That album is otherwise on my "favourite albums of all time" list but that song sticks out like a bombsite in a green and pleasant land. Ugh.
I am so bored this morning. Why did I quit my job? I'm supposed to be home painting or 4-tracking or doing something creative and not advertising or internet related, and what am I doing? Mucking about on the internet, as usual.
― kate the saint, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Easy choice for me -- the Cure's "Mint Car." What happens when dear Robert decides to do another perfectly summery hit a la "Just Like Heaven" only to come up with a cheap-ass knockoff. Only a small blemish on brilliance, though. ;-)
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
For me his most awful moments are when he lays into his own greatest songs. 'Live Take No Prisoners' is perhaps the best known example of this - if you haven't heard Lou mutilate 'Walk on the wild side' it’s a great listen-once experience. Live, Reed is spectacularly inconsistent 'Live in Italy' from 1984 is in many ways even worse than 'Prisoners' which is at least a sleazy shambles. Try Italy’s version of 'I'm waiting for my man' if you need convincing. If I remember correctly the NME gave this album a great review at the time but live albums are nearly always a regrettable mistake - a sort of guilty alliance between fan and artist, celebrating the way relationships easily slip from sense into obsession.
Unfortunately Lou Reed likes doing Velvet Underground covers. This is nearly always a mistake. Like Wordsworth returning to ‘The Prelude’ older Lou seems to misunderstand what his younger self was aiming at. For his first solo album, 'Lou Reed' ( recorded months before the sublime pop of 'Transformer'), he collected a bunch of session musicians together to trash some of his most delicate Velvets songs: 'I can't stand it', 'Walk and talk it' and 'Ride into the sun' are perhaps the crassest Velvets covers of all time - the true strength of these songs wouldn't be realised until the release of 'VU' and 'Another View'.
Perhaps that is the joy of Lou Reed’s solo career. The Velvets were such a great band that they could make anything Reed wrote sound brilliant. Without that prop he leaps from the astonishing to the absurd - often from track to track. It’s like charity shop shopping, you enjoy the good stuff because you found it yourself amongst the crap.
― Guy, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Simon, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
This album made me so morose and depressed when I got the advance copy that I stayed drunk for three days. I didn't go to work. I had a horrible physical fight with my wife over a stupid bottle of 10 mg. Valiums. (She threw an ashtray, a brick, and a five foot candelabra at me, but I got her down and sat on her chest and beat her head on the wooden floor.) I called up the editor of this magazine (on my bill) and did virtually nothing but cough up phlegm in an alcoholic stupor for three hours, wishing somewhere in the back of my deadened brain that he could give me a clue as to why I should like this record. I came on to my sister-in-law "C'mon over and gimme head while I'm passed out." I cadged drinks off anyone who would come near me or let me into their apartments. I ended up the whole debacle passing out stone cold after puking and pissing myself at a band rehearsal, had to be kicked awake by my lead singer, was driven home by my long-suffering best friend and force fed by his old lady who could still find it in the boundless reaches of her good heart to smile on my absolutely incorrigible state of dissolution...I willed her all of my wordly goods before dropping six Valiums (and three vitamin B complexes, so I must've figured to wake up, or at least at the autopsy they would say my liver was OK). Well, wake up I did, after sleeping sixteen hours, and guess what was running through my head, along with the visual images of flaming metropolises and sinking ocean liners foaming and exploding in vast whirling vortexes of salt water...
― Steven James, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Luptune Pitman, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Duane Zarakov, Saturday, 31 March 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Thinking perhaps I had missed something I went back to it this evening.I agree with you Simon "Ennui" is lovely! But it sort of proves my point about the Oxfam shop side to Lou's back catalogue - you have to get past "Kill your sons" which hits new lows even by his standards...
Much of this album sounds like a weird precursor to Dire Straits.
― Robin Carmody, Sunday, 1 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tim Baier, Tuesday, 3 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 18 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
As you can probably imagine, I don't even *want* to get any further into this, it's probably not too hard to guess, though, is it?
think phil collins singing. Think "my bank balance is low, becuz I packed you via fax, oh lord"
gnnnnnnnn.....
x0x0
― NoRMaN FaY, Thursday, 19 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)