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"&lt;p&gt;A real cockteaser, this album. That great cover: Lou and those burned-out eyes staring out in grim black and white beneath a haze of gold spray paint, and on the back, ace &lt;em&gt;berdache&lt;/em&gt; Ernie Thormahlen posing in archetypal butch, complete with cartoon erectile bulge, short hair, motorcycle cap, and pack of Luckies up his T-shirt sleeve, and then again resplendent in high heels, panty hose, rouge, mascara, and long ebony locks; the title with all its connotations of finality and electromagnetic perversity. Your preternatural instincts tell you it&amp;apos;s all there, but all you&amp;apos;re given is glint, flash and &lt;em&gt;frottage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;wm:embed type=\"related\"&gt;&lt;/wm:embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=\"http://www.rollingstone.com/music/artists/lou-reed\"&gt;Lou Reed&lt;/a&gt; is probably a genius. During his days as singer/songwriter/guitarist with &lt;a href=\"http://www.rollingstone.com/music/artists/the-velvet-underground\"&gt;the Velvet Underground&lt;/a&gt;, he was responsible for some of the most amazing stuff ever to be etched in vinyl; all those great, grinding, abrasive songs about ambivalence, bonecrushers, Asthmador, toxic psychosis and getting dicked, stuff like &amp;quot;Venus in Furs,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Heroin,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Lady Godiva&amp;apos;s Operation,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sister Ray,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;White Light/White Heat,&amp;quot; and those wonderful cottonmouth lullabies like &amp;quot;Candy Says&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Pale Blue Eyes.&amp;quot; His first solo album, &lt;em&gt;Lou Reed,&lt;/em&gt; was a bit of a disappointment in light of his work with the Velvets. Reed himself was somewhat dissatisfied with it.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;Between that album and this one came the ascendancy of &lt;a href=\"http://www.rollingstone.com/music/artists/david-bowie\"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt;, a man who had been more than peripherally influenced by the cinematic lyrics and sexual warpage of the Velvet Underground. Lou Reed, in turn, was drawn to Bowie&amp;apos;s music. Bowie included Velvet tunes such as &amp;quot;Waiting for the Man&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;White Light/White Heat&amp;quot; in his stage repertoire; Reed, last summer, made his first English appearance with Bowie. Now, on &lt;em&gt;Transformer,&lt;/em&gt; Bowie is Reed&amp;apos;s producer.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;David Bowie&amp;apos;s show biz pansexuality has been more than a minor catalyst in Lou Reed&amp;apos;s emergence from the closet here. Sure, homosexuality was always an inherent aspect of the Velvet Underground&amp;apos;s ominous and smutsome music, but it was always a pushy, amoral and aggressive kind of sexuality. God knows rock &amp;amp; roll could use, along with a few other things, some good faggot energy, but, with some notable exceptions, the sexuality that Reed proffers on &lt;em&gt;Transformer&lt;/em&gt; is timid and flaccid.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Make Up,&amp;quot; a tune about putting on make-up and coming &amp;quot;out of the closets/out on the street,&amp;quot; is as corny and innocuous as &amp;quot;I Feel Pretty&amp;quot; from &lt;em&gt;West Side Story.&lt;/em&gt; There&amp;apos;s no energy, no assertion. It isn&amp;apos;t decadent, it isn&amp;apos;t perverse, it isn&amp;apos;t rock &amp;amp; roll, it&amp;apos;s just a stereotypical image of the faggot-as-sissy traipsing around and lisping about effeminacy.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Goodnight Ladies&amp;quot; is another cliche about the lonely Saturday nights, the perfumed decadence and the wistful sipping of mixed drinks at closing time.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;New York Telephone Conversation&amp;quot; is a cutesy poke at New York pop-sphere gossip and small talk, as if anyone possibly gave two shits about it in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;Perhaps the worst of the batch, &amp;quot;Perfect Day&amp;quot; is a soft lilter about spending a wonderful day drinking Sangria in the park with his girlfriend, about how it made him feel so normal, so good. Wunnerful, wunnerful, wunnerful.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;And then there&amp;apos;s the good stuff. Real good stuff. &amp;quot;Vicious&amp;quot; is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; abrasive enough and the lyrics are great: &amp;quot;Vicious/You want me to hit you with a stick/When I watch you come/Baby, I just wanna run far away/When I see you walkin&amp;apos; down the street/I step on your hands and I mangle your feet/Oh, baby, you&amp;apos;re so vicious/Why don&amp;apos;t you swallow razor blades/Do you think I&amp;apos;m some kinda gay blade?&amp;quot; It&amp;apos;s the best song he&amp;apos;s done since the days of the Velvet Underground, the kind of song he can do best (his voice has practically no range).&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Walk on the Wild Side&amp;quot; is another winner, a laid-back, seedy pullulator in the tradition of &amp;quot;Pale Blue Eyes,&amp;quot; the song is about various New York notables and their ramiform homo adventures, punctuated eerily by the phrases &amp;quot;walk on the wild side&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;and the colored girls go &amp;apos;toot-ta-doo, too-ta-doo.&amp;apos;&amp;quot; Great images of hustling, defensive blowjobs and someone shaving his legs while hitchhiking 1500 miles from Miami to New York that fade into a baritone sax coda.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hangin&amp;apos; &amp;apos;Round&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Satellite of Love&amp;quot; are the two remaining quality cuts, songs where the sexuality is protopathic rather than superficial.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;Reed himself says he thinks the album&amp;apos;s great. I don&amp;apos;t think it&amp;apos;s nearly as good as he&amp;apos;s capable of doing. He seems to have the abilities to come up with some really dangerous, powerful music, stuff that people like Jagger and Bowie have only rubbed knees with. He should forget this artsyfartsy kind of homo stuff and just go in there with a bad hangover and start blaring out his visions of lunar assfuck. That&amp;apos;d be really nice.&lt;/p&gt;"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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