The Ultimate Survivor. The Godfather of Punk. Iggy Pop.
I have gone on and on about Iggy in the past so i will spare you the fan gushing.
This time around Mr. Pop has joined forces with Josh Homme, Dean Fertita and Matt Helders, of Queens of The Stone Age and Arctic Monkeys, respectively
If you’re familiar with Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns (and if you’re not, we need to have a serious talk) you’ll recall that an aging, reclusive Batman takes on the streets one last time. Realizing his own mortality and physical limits he doesn’t go it alone. The Batman myth inspired a legion of mutants, wandering the streets making noise and scaring the shit out of anyone that deserved it. Under Batman’s guidance they find purpose. There is a beautiful violent harmony.
Iggy Pop, too, has spawned generations of angry, noisy vigilantes. Raised on dirty, swampy Mid-Western pre-punk, the Children of Pop aim to destroy the fabric of a superficial society and awful, complacent rock ‘n roll. On Post Pop Depression (Loma Vista Recordings), the generation gap is closed as some of the most promising disciples are anointed by their spiritual leader, and He too enjoys the fruits of his painful labour, without having to rest on his laurels.
The record is fucking fantastic, which nobody doubted. On stage, Iggy continues to be simultaneously menacing, playful, engaging and aloof. Nobody comes close to Iggy Pop. As seasoned and dynamic as his bandmates are during their day jobs, they know their role. They constantly pile on the dirty grooves that drive Iggy’s career-spanning set (well, solo career. Stooges-era work was conspicuously absent). Also can we just take a moment to admire that they open with Lust For Life. Not the closer, not encore-bait. They kick you in the balls as soon as the lights go down, and all you can do for the next 90 minutes is close your scream your face off and enjoy the beatdown.
Lust For Life
In The Lobby
Some Weird Sin
Break Into Your Heart
Fall In Love With Me