Evil and sexual, the violin of ‘Venus In Furs’, like some pre-Christian pagan-revival music. One after another, tracks squirmed and slid their tentacles around my mind. I was hearing a degree of cool that I had no idea was humanly sustainable. It was completely preoccupied with a world unseen by my suburban eyes.Īctually, though only 19, I had seen rather a lot but had accepted it quite enthusiastically as all a bit of a laugh. This music was so savagely indifferent to my feelings.
However, from that point on, with the opening, throbbing, sarcastic bass and guitar of ‘I’m Waiting For The Man’, the linchpin, the keystone of my ambition was driven home.
The first track glided by innocuously enough and didn’t register. Everything I both felt and didn’t know about rock music was opened to me on one unreleased disc.
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