I bought this a few years back, incredibly cheap in an HMV sale. Not because I knew I wanted it, or I'd heard it before, simply because I knew that the Velvet Underground had been a big influence, directly or indirectly, on lots of bands I did like. It was an album I felt I should have.
Since then, it's languished on the shelf, pretty much unlistened to. Listening to it now reminds me why. Bits of it have a certain rough charm - 'Sunday Morning' sounds like a primitive Mercury Rev, 'Femme Fatale' works well as a sort of Bacharach-pastiche, and 'All Tomorrow's Parties' has a certain hypnotic quality. Sadly, too much of the album fails to match this, inhabiting the spectrum somewhere between 'hard work' and 'unlistenable'. Many of those artists that owe a debt of gratitude to the Velvet Underground have taken the ideas on display here and improved on them massively. For that, we can all be thankful
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