The third Velvet Underground album dropped in a Midori sour, rimmed with a crushed Quaalude. The sound is bright but slightly askew: A Manhattan drawl on the order of Lou Reed joins a bent, melodic tour of Galaxie 500 — which fits, because that was singer-songwriter Dean Wareham’s previous band. Luna was more pop, though, which means weirder. Highly recommended.
Joe Keaton
Weird tales for the late crowd. And riffs on pop culture.
