Noisefest

It’s a pretty good game, the Times admits, but it’s a noisefest rather than a real sport—a few players engaged in bewildering and rather aimless activity and a lot of spectators indulging in a purposeless riot of excitement.

After a typically amphetaminized crash course in all things Beat, locked and loaded by paint-stripping, nightly replays of the first two Velvets [the Velvet Underground] albums, [Lester] Bangs decided to send a review of the latter noisefest to that bastion of underground rock-writing, Rolling Stone, then based 750 miles away up Highway One to San Francisco.