How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground
You really need to e-mail me as soon as possible. This could get ugly.
There’s not much room for ‘fun’. No room for pom poms and a nihilistic refrain chanted ad nauseum like it’s a game. It’s straight down the line fucked upness, which is appropriate given the album is wedded so tightly to a heart that’s been badly burned.
These masterly musicians are in top form here, ambling arm-in-arm and conversing as only decades of friendship allows.
There’s a whole hidden musical village here that you know nothing about.
This is the cold moonlight, the guitar picking out gentle beauty amid the red sky’s forked lightning.
If Street Press Australia is still inviting discussion about sexism in its papers, I would like to let them know that I think Fred Negro’s Strip included in Time Off edition 1611 is sexist.
Fucking nice music too! I can hear Crass, I can hear Bikini Kill, I can hear Dutch insurrectionists The Ex … but most of all I can hear anger and determination and energy and bleakness and hope and a refusal to lie down and accept things as they are.
Is it any wonder that the pop faction is gathering speed year by year when this is all the consensus can offer by way of an ‘alternative’?
NME.COM takes churnalism to new depths while Pitchfork’s Cover Story shows how to do web publishing