portrait of this blog's author - by Stephen Blackman 2008

Tuesday, June 05, 2018

Lou Reed tried to sell us on a Harlem heroin score being cool, even if he was feeling “more dead than alive.” Tina Harvey went to the same dealer, but she was just jonesing. Gone is the jangly swagger of the Velvets uptown jaunt – she and her band tear a blister across the cover, slipping on the worn out steps of the old brownstone, grasping perilously against the stair railing. The guitar picks away quietly but aggressively in the background, coursing in and out of the slamming rhythm. On the back-half, a chorus of Lovin’ Spoonful-esque "ahh’s " (sic) mask Harvey’s growing desperation and anticipation. 
words / b kramer

This from Aquarium Drunkard this morning and whilst I worry about VU covers the rhythm guitar alone makes this junk sick peon worth a toe tapping smile or two . . . . . . . . . . . 

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