
The dirty diapers at
Pitchfork went and gave
Lulu, the debut collaboration between Elder Statesman
Lou Reed and mosh mascots
Metallica, their
lowest available rating, and from the uproar one finds
all over the music webisphere,
Pitchfork is not alone in their disgust.
Indie purists, please. Calm the fuck down. If there's one thing we've learned about Saint Lou over the years, it's that he's never going to stop merging his interest in highbrow literature with his passion for rock and roll. Stop insisting that he write another
Sweet Jane and let the man fucking do his thing. If you can't slam your fists around the brutality which envelops the galloping
Dragon or sink into the beauty of the lovely, lyrical 20-minute closer
Junior Dad, then move along. Better yet, give it another spin, ignore
Hetfield & Company and just pretend it's
Robert Quine,
Fernando Saunders and
Doane Perry backing him instead.
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