![]() ORIGINAL UK PRESSING IN MONO, 3rd DECEMBER 1965. Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand. Nowhere man, the world is at your command. Making all his nowhere plans, for nobody. then again, I never thought rob zombie would let soulcrusher out of the vaults but now there's this which I seriously doubt will happen, given gira's obsessive quality control. it'll probably never get an accurate rerelease unless they go the mark e smith route and master a recording from the vinyl. I know at one time gira was selling the master tapes for $300 on - this was probably around 1999 or 2000. the labor EP actually has a sheen to it, something I wouldn't characterize other swans recordings as having (until children of god). it's a rather uppity record for swans, it "rocks" in the way some of the faster stuff on filth does but without the grimy production. ![]() I wouldn't say it sounds like it's being played down a well, but rather it lacks punch, it just sounds flat. it's one of the best things they've ever done, but the mostly widely heard version of it is on the filth CD reissue which, as you point out, is a crap remix. The first swans EP is a sad story indeed. ― Dr More BS (libcrypt), Wednesday, Janu1:53 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark The CD reissue sounds like it's being played down a well. ![]() ― Dr More BS (libcrypt), Wednesday, Janu1:53 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban I have this, and the production is MUCH, MUCH better than the CD reissue. ![]() Is this shill bidding? I gave up 'cause it looked suspicious, no bidders that aren't doing this new private bullshit:Ġ***r( 394Feedback score is 100 to 499) US $62.87 Whether you are into singers-songwriters, pre-punk, beatnik poetry, or ‘60’s rock, this is a must-have. The album includes some of the most beautiful, poetic imagery ever committed to a disc (I’ll be your mirror Famme Fatale Venus in Furs). From the opening track ("Sunday Morning"), to the last one ("European son"), Lou Reed, John Cale, Nico and the rest of the crew take you through the kaleidoscope of emotions, settings, ambients, situations, moods and rhythms, not all of which are for the faint of heart. This is the only album that will make you a honorary resident of New York City, without you ever having to set foot in it. This is a sexy, moody, brilliant and occasionally violent work that would be impossible to reproduce today, in the age of political correctness gone amok. What else can be said of this album that hasn’t already been said? The album that defi(n)ed the era the music that shattered conventions, the production that influenced everyone over the next four decades, the lyrics that sound fresher today than they did in 1967 and the Andy Warhol artwork that still captures the imagination. ![]()
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