Random Thought Inspired In Part By Frank Kogan's Real Punks Don't Wear Black: the first 20 seconds of the Stones' "Get Off Of My Cloud" – those drums, how Keith Richards and Brian Jones' guitars grind, how Jagger's vocal turns the most mealy-mouthed of protests into an imprecation of indescribable malevolence – convey more danger than the entire recorded output of the Velvet Underground. Discuss.

I only started reading the book last night but I heard the song at a Mother's Day party, after which the euphoria at said party faltered, then vanished (quickly restored by a sudden dose of Sade).