To an extent, The Velvet Underground, when they started out, like any other viable rock and roll band, were a salient expression of frustration. The songs, the melodies, the statements buried under the noise of what was in their embryonic days The Exploding Plastic Inevitable, were secondary. Reed didn’t want to edify you, he wanted … Continue reading “‘European Son’: Showcasing the Velvet Underground’s Only True Show-Stopper”