Reverentially
with the gloves off wouldn't cut it.
They want
to antagonize you and if they aren't doing it then they may as well
hang up the leathery skin suit that the Ig dances in.
If you
don't get that then you basically have no right listening to them.
You've
got to be honest.
Say it as
it is.
So okay,
with 'The Weirdness' they failed to deliver on a few levels, and the
dearth of material from that album in live sets speaks volumes
without much actually being said, but here we go with the album they
should have came back with.
Burn
could be tagged on at the end of Raw Power and barely anyone would
have batted an eyelid, but it's when it rolls into Sex and Money that
you start to feel the burn.
Sax, sex,
some grinding guitar and a fuck you delivery from Iggy and in some
messed up way you can hear that everything is okay with the world,
that the seething underbelly of the city is still dirty and when you
wake up in the gutter that the rising sun will assuredly burn your
eyes.
We need
songs like that.
Ones that
highlight that there's always the flip side of the coin, that the
light can't exist without the darkness
Then they
give us 'Job'.
The
grandfather of dumb punk songs that's been given a healthy dose of
viagra.
It's
right there standing up and screaming look at me, bet you didn't
think I'd be back.
It should
be embarrassing, but it's not.
'If I had
a fuckin' gun I could shoot at everyone, Thinking out in the USA'
from the track 'Gun' is the one lyric that just keeps bouncing about
inside my head.
In the
space of moving from one track to the next the rules changed.
Here's
the good ol' USA stripped bare.
The body
rolled out from the flag that it wraps itself in.
A no
holds barred denouncement of being sick of being knee deep in
bullshit.
Then it
doesn't stop messing with you as the band slip into 'Unfriendly
World'.
This is
The Stooges doing a love song, and as expected it's not going to be
anything that's actually expected.
In the
aftermath of 'Gun' the last thing you think will come around the bend
after it is a slowed down ode to growing older and hanging onto those
you love, but it works.
There's
nothing disjointed about the change of pace, and although it
shouldn't work the whole album keeps throwing up these changes of
style and tempo that simply do.
Like Iggy
himself, there's no fat on this.
Ready to
Die just bounces around like a last hurrah.
I hope it
isn't, but of that is the deal then as swan songs go then this is
going be nailed down as a job well done.
Everything
that I love about Raw Power is revisited on this, but with a better
production of course.
I don't
mean it sounds like Raw Power, but it has the same energy, the same
passion to push at the boundaries a bit, to do what they want on
their own terms outside of what is fashionable, outside of what is in
an out.
There's
no box that you could put this in.
It's
simply The Stooges kicking against the pricks and kicking hard.
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