I don’t understand how anyone could think that The Velvet Underground & Nico (1967,) is one of the greatest records of all time. One of my friends was trying to convince me on my bus ride home, and I just couldn’t agree with them. Sorry. I kept thinking, out of all the records that were released during the 1960’s, they specifically had to pick that one. Now look, I’ll respect their opinion, and I won’t cause any commotion, because that’s just sick. In my musical defense, there are so many great records out there. And look, I’m not going to show a-lot of hate on this record, because it’s also a good record. You can clearly tell that there was a-lot experimentation, and creativity going on, especially when submerging themselves in the art rock scene. I respect that. Cool. And for it to be an intriguing record could also be from Andy Warhol’s banana art design. It’s a pretty nice piece of artwork, and yet again awkward. What does the banana have to do with The Velvet Underground & Nico’s record? Maybe it’s that they’re within the art rock/ experimental realm of things? Alright, but I’d still keep it a mystery to me, thank you very much. Musically wise, this record is quite something. Now there are a couple of great songs in here, don’t get me wrong. It kicks off with one of my favourite songs titled Sunday Morning. This cute little ballad sung by Lou Reed is pretty nice to enjoy on a Sunday morning after pulling an all-nighter. I’ve done it before, and it’s worth it. But then you’ve got other interesting gems like I’m Waiting for the Man, Femme Fatale, There She Goes Again and I’ll Be Your Mirror. Highly worth checking out, you won’t regret it. And then, you’ve got others, where you sort of start questioning yourself saying, “why?” Maybe for creativity, I get it, but is it musically intertwined with each other? Yeah, no. Songs like Venus In Furs, The Black Angel’s Death Song, and European Son just don’t fit with my vibe. It’s almost as if you’re listening to something that’s a-bit of a mess, and daunting. Especially with European Son that after two minutes, I had no choice but to stop the song. It was getting on my nerves. And look, I’m not throwing a-lot of hate onto this record. I respect it for its creativity, and innovation, but at the same time, there are just some songs that just don’t make the cut for me.