The Blue Mask is a brutal album. Dark. Edgy. Nasty. A record that explores domesticity through violence and drugs, that drones atop a dual-guitar assault that sounded like little else when it was released. Reed and fellow guitarist Robert Quine each follow their own singular vision, their squall of sound always threatening to spin off into oblivion, held together only by the nimble, swooping bass of Fernando Saunders and Doane Perry’s drumming.
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The Blue Mask is a brutal album. Dark. Edgy. Nasty. A record that explores domesticity through violence and drugs, that drones atop a dual-guitar assault that sounded like little else when it was released. Reed and fellow guitarist Robert Quine each follow their own singular vision, their squall of sound always threatening to spin off into oblivion, held together only by the nimble, swooping bass of Fernando Saunders and Doane Perry’s drumming.
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Author: hankkalet
Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.
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