Unless you are (a) seriously into avant-garde and industrial music, (b) an obsessive collector of all things Lou Reed, and/or (c) an obsessive collector of German RCA imports, do not buy this album. It is not for you. I can almost guarantee that 75-80% of everyone on Earth who hears this album will hate it. Metal Machine Music is, among many other things, long, loud, complex, unsettling, bizarre, and advanced. By "advanced" I mean that perhaps some day in a postmodern future this kind of music will be standard fare on FM radio. But at this stage in human evolution, you either "get" or "don't get" Metal Machine Music. I get it. The full disturbing hour plays out like some kind of drug-inspired classical madness; snatches of riffs and melodies pop up here and there, but for the most part it all kind of blurs together into an imposing sonic wall of pure terror. But if that's not your thing, then don't waste your time or money. You'd probably be better off not knowing what a stoned misanthrope with two guitars, a leather jacket, and a contractual obligation is capable of.