Velvet Underground & Nico [1967]

It officially became OK for drug-addicted douchebags with zero musical talent to get signed to record deals and inflict their atonal pain on others with the (relative) public's acceptance of "Velvet Underground & Nico." Repeating the same stoned-out progressions until they fall asleep was a good technique for Andy Warhol to get behind, as his artwork and films always had exactly the same effect. Dime-store chanteuse Nico sings so abysmally, she makes Lou Reed sound downright professional, except when one considers his pure-shit, out-of-tune guitar work, which resembles nothing so much as Roger McGuinn being run over by a Mack truck. Icing on the cake is John Cale's violin torture on nearly half the songs. Warhol's banana image on the cover art does make sense, in that bananas go bad after a few days and are thus totally indigestible. Keep them around for 40 years or more, and they invite all manner of vermin and disease, though likely none so foul as the members of this band.