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The Velvet Underground

Live At Max's Kansas City

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July 26, 2004

The Velvet Underground played their last New York shows in the summer of 1970, doing a three-month stand at the notorious hot spot Max's Kansas City while recording Loaded. One night, a fan brought her tape recorder, and the result was Live at Max's, originally released in 1972. The sound quality is sketchy, but it's still their warmest, most intimate live album, with powerhouse versions of "Femme Fatale" and "Sunday Morning." Even Lou Reed is in a hilariously Santa-like mood, telling the crowd, "Wow, it's really fun to be able to play all these for you." This edition adds seven tracks, including a bang-up "White Light/White Heat," and improves the sound. But even during the songs, you can still hear the barflies clink their glasses and chatter about Tuinals.

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