It's all Lou's fault, too. Besides writing the largely negligible material, he employs the most spartan of bands - just drums, bass, and himself on guitar - and produces the album in a thin, measly manner which does none of the songs any favours at all. But then how would you go about making silk purses out of songs like "Hooky Wooky", in which Reed resists the urge to throw an ex-lover's new beau off a roof, or the infantile "Sex with Your Parents (Motherfucker)", which catches him contemplating the most horrible thing he might have to do, "something more disgusting than Robert Dole"? If that's Lou's idea of political satire, "Egg Cream" presumably represents his idea of nostalgia, using the eponymous chocolate beverage as stimulus for some less-than-Proustian reflections on his youth.
The half-hearted love songs that bulk out the album, such as "The Proposition" and the title-track - one a low-key statement of affection about as emotional as a spread sheet, the other a ponderous poeticisation of desire - hardly help matters, either. In every respect, it's an album lacking energy and engagement, fatally fascinated with its own navel-fluff and hidebound by the parochialism of its Big Applecentric view of the universe.Reuse content