Nico, you sang-froid valkerie. I could stare at this cover for days. And it perfectly depicts the icy bleakness that Nico, and former V.U. mate John Cale conjure up here. Man, it is dark. Dark as fuck. You almost feel that when this record starts a black hole opens up somewhere and spews forth this infectious sorrow. Don't expect the poptones of her V.U. work or the orch-pop of her first record. This is experimental folk bleakness from the true ice princess. A perfect match for the desolate snow covered scenery around here. I think this might have dropped the temperature about 10 degrees when I last listened to it.
D’Marc Cantu / Homefront I 
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