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I don't see how playing mundane rock and roll for eighteen minutes straight is experimental or progressive. Describing the Velvet Underground as free jazz is also absurd, Lou Reed was against jazz. Of all the songs on White Light/White Heat that could have been stretched out to eighteen minutes, Sister Ray is the least deserving. I like most of the songs on White Light/White Heat, but Sister Ray is no better than I'm Waiting For My Man. In fact, I'm Waiting For My Man is probably a better song. The album is also in desperate need of a remaster, although it will probably never get one because people are so worshipful of this band that they see every single flaw as a testament to its quality. The reality is, White Light/White Heat is a weak sounding album. The songs themselves call for a more powerful sound. The whole album sounds like somebody rattling a sheet of tin foil. Close to the Edge is experimental not because of its length, it's because of the amount of ground it covers in those eighteen minutes and the way the whole thing ties together. It gives you everything that it promises and more. Anyway, what we have is a fundamental difference in taste. I'm not going to convince you to like Close to the Edge more than Sister Ray with a post.
