I once liked Lou Reed. But then I came home from the store with his latest release, an album called "Metal Machine Music". It was the dirtiest marketing trick that I've ever encountered. Twenty-three minutes on each side of nothing more than monotonous metallic screech. No tunes, no instruments, no words, no melody, no singing, nothing but feedback. But, this was one of my favorites when I still liked him:
But one man's walk isn't another and one man's wild side can be considerably different. This man never palmed a load of screetch off on me:
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