The best and worst and only thing about this album is Nico’s singing -- her husky, rambling, undertuned moan-singing, over backing that's simultaneously barely there and too much. All those strings and flutes (even Nico hated the flutes).
It’s disarmingly strange, occasionally beautiful despite itself, but it’s unbearable at length, especially during the interminable It Was A Pleasure Then / Chelsea Girl slog centerpiece 2/5
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