Still. To this day. Iggy Pop is my favorite rock star. And like it ever was, you either get this music or you don’t. It’s well known, to the point of being a cliché, I suppose, that nothing under the sun has rocked any harder than Detroit’s four horsemen, the first harbingers of punk rock, The Stooges. Yet there will always be new generations to be inspired, enthralled, elevated, corrupted, disgusted and possibly destroyed by the insane power of this singular act. The bare frontal assault of sex, gleeful aggression and reckless abandon perpetrated by Iggy and the Stooges in the early 70’s obliterated much that was making mainstream rock music increasingly unbearable at the time. Yet it didn’t become clear until years, even decades after the last echoes of Ron Ashton’s apocalyptic power chords finally faded away, what had happened.
Iggy And The Stooges
“Cock In My Pocket” (mp3)
from “Metallic K.O. – The Original 1976 Album”