This didn't take long to grow on me. Beginning with the paranoically sugary track "Sunday Morning" and eerie malayse of malevolence begins to beset and dog the listener, and starts to percolate instantly with the jarring, driving "Waiting For The Man", which of course, is about the seedy dealings of the drug market. The dead-on cleverness with which the more sinister elements of the human condition are rendered in this album, makes me shake with glee whenever I listen to it. It is an unusual mix of the solemn mysticality of Nico's magnificent voice, and the daunting nasality of Lou Reed's nightmarish balladry, telling tales of drug dealings, sadomasochism, and abstract descriptions in "Black Angel's Death Song" that are so menacing, one begins to cringe somewhat.
But that's the beauty of it.
It bounces from one scenario to the next, with Nico's three songs like hazy oases to cling to, and eventually dissolves into the gloriously maddening cacophany of "European Son".
The perverse passion that makes up this album has branded it into my soul forever. It in no way sounds dated. Songs like "Venus in Furs" and "All Tomorrow's Parties", and of course the infamous description of the prison of "Heroin" addiction should engrain themselves in anyone.
In addition to this album, by the way, do check out Nico's work. She is so often overlooked as some kind of bane to this album, when in truth her brilliance was such that it had to overflow into a solo career.
Just start here, and let it engulf you with atmosphere.