I had already written up some notes about this thing, but I went back and listened to the album again because something was sticking in my craw. I was struggling with the questions - Who can make music like this? How does a person make this kind of art? Because it is sooooo bleak. The B side here is unbelievably heavy emotionally. And on the one hand it seems manipulative and on the other hand, I think Reed is able to do that with these songs (especially the final four) because the point of view he's adopted is so incredibly apathetic. I try to think that albums are an artist's way of taking us on a journey. Lou Reed isn't taking us anywhere with Berlin so much as chucking us into the mind of a completely awful human trash bag and showing us what he sees. Which is both unbearably depressing and totally engaging. FOUR STARS