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22 December 2023
I dated this girl once. Beautiful girl. Crazy as shit. Deep down, I knew it. But goddamnit, I ignored it! Why? Because she was really, really cute. And, as is typically the case with me, I let the pretty face distract me from my gut instincts, which were yelling for me to run, Ronnie, run.
It all goes back to that “don’t judge a book by its cover” advice that librarians, Sunday School teachers, and fat people give you. Chances are, buried deep within that pretty, misleading package, is a superhuman turd of a creation. A “polished turd”, as we educated folk say.
Iggy Pop, the most physically fit 80-year-old ever-- better known for his toe-tappin’ ditty “Lust for Life” (made famous in that heroin comedy Trainspotting and countless Carnival Cruise, SUV, and State Technical Institute commercials) than any of his seminal work with The Stooges (two of which, unfortunately, appear on this album)-- is back with a brand-new album. The artwork is so fucking gorgeous: beautiful photos, rockin' typefaces, scratchy, scribbly handwritten lyric sheets. Unfortunately, this is the polish for 16 musical turds. "Turds" being the appropriate word, because it’s the same tired, regurgitated shit he’s been doing all his solo-career life.
The only remotely interesting saving grace here is that the bands backing him change throughout the album. Like I said last paragraph, two of the original Stooges appear on some of the weakest tracks the album has to offer, like “Little Electric Chair”, where Iggy sounds like he’s straining with all his might to shit out something bigger and stinkier than this CD. Something like, say, Capitol Hill. Iggy also appears with his new band, The Trolls, who rock way fucking harder than Moe and Larry back there ever could. Green Day shows up, but not even their catchy, well-crafted popsmanship can save ol’ Iggy the Piggy. He just keeps on moaning and groaning, while Billie Joe and Company giggle with pride at being able to play with such a legend. Oy,...
Peaches shows up, but I don’t know who that is, and don’t really care. I mean, FUCK, man-- this is an Iggy Fucking Pop CD review, and the only thing I’m excited about is Green Day and The Trolls, who are relegated to backing bands!
Hmmm,.. yup. That should about do it. I imagine this little rant will piss a lot of people off. Mostly, cranky old guys way past their prime, mentally stuck in that ‘70s heyday of punk and garage rock, or pretentious young long-hairs working drowsily at indie record shops and bookstores, all, coincidentally, in bands that look and sound exactly like bands from 30 years ago, only void of the freshness and originality it possessed back then, because, well, it’s three decades later.
Here’s to another ten years of “Lust For Life” royalties.
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It all goes back to that “don’t judge a book by its cover” advice that librarians, Sunday School teachers, and fat people give you. Chances are, buried deep within that pretty, misleading package, is a superhuman turd of a creation. A “polished turd”, as we educated folk say.
Iggy Pop, the most physically fit 80-year-old ever-- better known for his toe-tappin’ ditty “Lust for Life” (made famous in that heroin comedy Trainspotting and countless Carnival Cruise, SUV, and State Technical Institute commercials) than any of his seminal work with The Stooges (two of which, unfortunately, appear on this album)-- is back with a brand-new album. The artwork is so fucking gorgeous: beautiful photos, rockin' typefaces, scratchy, scribbly handwritten lyric sheets. Unfortunately, this is the polish for 16 musical turds. "Turds" being the appropriate word, because it’s the same tired, regurgitated shit he’s been doing all his solo-career life.
The only remotely interesting saving grace here is that the bands backing him change throughout the album. Like I said last paragraph, two of the original Stooges appear on some of the weakest tracks the album has to offer, like “Little Electric Chair”, where Iggy sounds like he’s straining with all his might to shit out something bigger and stinkier than this CD. Something like, say, Capitol Hill. Iggy also appears with his new band, The Trolls, who rock way fucking harder than Moe and Larry back there ever could. Green Day shows up, but not even their catchy, well-crafted popsmanship can save ol’ Iggy the Piggy. He just keeps on moaning and groaning, while Billie Joe and Company giggle with pride at being able to play with such a legend. Oy,...
Peaches shows up, but I don’t know who that is, and don’t really care. I mean, FUCK, man-- this is an Iggy Fucking Pop CD review, and the only thing I’m excited about is Green Day and The Trolls, who are relegated to backing bands!
Hmmm,.. yup. That should about do it. I imagine this little rant will piss a lot of people off. Mostly, cranky old guys way past their prime, mentally stuck in that ‘70s heyday of punk and garage rock, or pretentious young long-hairs working drowsily at indie record shops and bookstores, all, coincidentally, in bands that look and sound exactly like bands from 30 years ago, only void of the freshness and originality it possessed back then, because, well, it’s three decades later.
Here’s to another ten years of “Lust For Life” royalties.
TRY ON SKULL RING FOR YOURSELF HERE.
PURCHASE THIS OR SIMILAR ITEMS
artid
1739
Old Image
6_3_iggypop.jpg
issue
vol 6 - issue 03 (nov 2003)
section
entertainmental