I came across this song on the pages of Mainlines Bloodfeasts and Bad Tastes, a Lester Bangs reader. This is how he described it.
A trickle of harpsichords out of the sky which drop gently at first and gradually increase in volume and presence in the mix until they seem to almost lacerate, punctuated occasionally by the shiftings and groaning of bowed basses like famished carnivores in some deep bog from which they ascend with by-now violent intensity of the harpsichords, now accompanied by some electronic gnashing noise which sounds like someone’s nerves are being roasted on a spit. All of this gets more and more intense until the violas return to arch up in a series of twisted pterodactyl shrieks, the hapsichords pounding down like murderous hailstones, the basses sounding militant air-raid, two-note alarums before crashing to their own death, the whole sucked away by a series of hissing, clicking, buzzing electronic processors, simply more dead information being disposed of.
Nico’s concept of love: While she lies interred in the endless wastes of the arctic night, she has sent and insect to the object of her affections, to kiss his heart. But even the insect must die before it can reach him, the soft rustling of its gentle wings stilled under drifts that eventually preserve its frozen corpse for eternity under a snowbank that becomes an ice mountain, the insect and Nico having become one in endless sleep, for they were the real lovers in the first place after all.
- Your Shadow is Scared of You: An Attempt Not to Be Frightened by Nico, Lester Bangs