March 15, 2007

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The Stooges, The Weirdness
Virgin Records, 2007

All that disaffected Nintendo youth out there, man. Sitting there barely able to breathe until the next Snow Patrol single comes out, talking excitedly about the Lovemakers taking their clothes off onstage like it’s this apocalyptic anti-art thing. Suppose the singer came onstage and started playing a vacuum cleaner for a few bars, then dove forehead-first onto a real pile of real broken glass — why, you’d just keel over, wouldn’t you? Fine, Iggy Pop may not have to front that way anymore, but he’s back with his old garage band, after 33 years like clockwork, to make one of y’all wusses want to try. You read it right: all the original Stooges, save for deceased bassplayer Dave Alexander, sparking up the four-chord garage-rock that put Detroit on the map, Iggy’s ruined carcass flapping its jawbone and warbling off-key couplets about how politics, friends and love all suck. What old-schoolers want to know, of course, is whether the production sucks too, but you’ll just have to strap a Green Day kid into a chair with this album cranked and watch him crumble into Pixie Stix dust for yourself A Eric W. Saeger