Drowning the Virgin Silence Wonders, “Why Do People Still Buy Led Zeppelin Records?”
For every Iggy Pop — shirtless, strutting, bleeding, and smearing peanut butter all over the wiggling perspiration-soaked flesh-bag of amphetamines that is (technically) his body — there’s a quiet, cool, composed, contemplative beard-stroking Brian Eno. Adrift the dark-and-murky spectrum between classical composer and rock ‘n’ roll’s avant-garde, these soundsmiths typically defy…