This has to be the un-coolest of the three uncle Lou albums I have been listening to, lyrically it is odd, Uncle Lou seemed to be in a very strange place when writing this album (isn’t he always, I hear you cry). My Old Man is cripplingly brutal, and is actually quite hard listening. Lou Reed might be many things, but dishonest would never be one of them.
So Alone, which is musically all over the place, cuts even closer to the bone, Lou gives his perspective on the early 80s dating scene and male castration, good stuff.
One track that I really like on this album is How Do You Speak to An Angel, still a confessional, but wrapped in a verse/chorus/verse.
Micro review; Uncle Lou’s confessional album, brutally honest and deserves more credit than it’s given.
Lou goes a bit Velvets on this album, especially on the title track, which has a great opening sequence, but Lou is in a bit of dark place on this track, I don’t know whether to like this track or run screaming from it.
On a lighter note the track My house is hilarious for a number of reasons. Lou re-tells the story of an Ouija board session, with his wife, where he finds out that his old mate, and mentor Delmore Schwartz, is, by a strange coincidence, haunting his house. Even better though in his top three favourite things his motorbike comes before his wife.
Best lyrical moment; There are unconfirmed reports the president’s been shot, and he may be dead or dying. (Lou you are such a poet)
Best guitar wig-out moment; The end of Waves of Fear is absolutely on the money.