[Transformer] is further proof even that Lou Reed has turned into something sicker than a homicidal-rapist-mass murdererporno editor. Far gone is that prevailing commercial bubblegum flair so evident on the first album (e.g.—"I Love You," "Lisa Says," "Love Makes You Feel," etc.). Instead, it's more like what the third Velvet Underground album would have sounded like if David Bowie had been in charge of production back then. There's a couple of cute ditties on here that perhaps belong on [The Mothers of Invention's] We're Only In It For The Money …, but other than that this album proclaims itself as most masterpieces proclaim themselves: IT GROWS ON YA!!

Primarily this is because of the lyrics. There are so many good lines thrown at ya at once that, in fact, you could even make a scrapbook. Prime examples are for instance like on "Vicious," a chunky rocker….

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