In an utterly unfathomable move Lou Reed and Metallica have come together to put out a collection of ten songs based upon the expressionist work of German playwright Benjamin Franklin Wedekind. Badly produced and badly performed, Lulu is nothing more than a Rich Man’s vanity project.
Lasting almost ninety minutes, it comprises of what sound like previously rejected Metallica demos, interspersed with the ramblings of a silly, old man talking to himself in a dark corner. Far from being challenging or groundbreaking, Lulu is tedious, misguided nonsense that falls spectacularly below its lofty pretensions. The self-indulgence on display is simply staggering and those responsible should not be entertained.
Don’t buy this album.