Moe Tucker

Listen to WhiteLight/WhiteHeat the first time and you are simply overwhelmed by the sonic assault of the 'twisted-to-the-limits' guitars and the screeching viola. You come out of the session and wonder - where is Moe Tucker after all? The drums are just buried under that manic jungle of noise.

A few more listens and you finally hear, in a very distant background, Mo Tucker going - 'thak, thak, thak, thak.....' on her drums, song after song. This monotonous, linear and absurdly uncomplicated rattle in the middle of this madness just makes you laugh and dismiss it.

A few more listens, and you can't help but tell yourself - the madness would just not be complete without her. Because there was no better ( and simpler) way.