I’m Waiting for the Man
“You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Lou Reed sing about drugs,” I said, probably cornering some unfortunate sucker at a party. Ten years before the Sex Pistols enraged respectable authority figures in Britain by parodying their national anthem, Velvet Underground made parents nervous by making catchy tunes about sadomasochism, self-destruction, and – of course – heroin. This is no mere gimmick album, though. Underneath the banana on the cover lie songs that draw from dream pop, cacophonous feedback, and even Middle Eastern culture. The lyrics are complex: simultaneously promoting and lampshading their own edginess. And like I said, it’s catchy.