Sometimes when something is so horrendous, with the changing tide it suddenly becomes chic. Lou Reed and Metallica's partnership might seem unusual to most but it is, possibly, no more unusual than Lou Reed working with John Cale. The partnership is based off of Reed's lyrics...but who is to blame for the horrendous feat? Since this LP is filed in the Lou Reed section at the stores we can blame it on him, it's easier that way anyway.

With the long songs of the album unconventionally paved by aged gravel of Lou Reed's voice, the album transcends with the hopelessness of Lou Reed's reality. It continues, continues, and...continues. Unfortunately the aged gravel has it bumps, and we all know age hasn't been very friendly to Reed. The harmonies are nonexistent; but, making Sartre proud, the poetry flows. Highlights include the ever so rusty, "Iced Honey" where we find Reed rappin' away about "butterflies" and "The View," another stellar track, sets up the album for success, but with the tracks continually growing in length it is hard for the listener to keep up or, for that matter, want to.

Why give Lou Reed another chance? Well..why not? Without risk there cannot be reward. And while the reward is small, you can expand your pallet and enjoy a few tracks off the "pallet expanding" "LuLu."