I actually don't know what to say about this album... it seems like the most primal, axiomatic, irreducible expression of music possible, to use insufferable words in support of a needless hyperbole.
One of the things I've come to understand not just about the way I encounter music, but really anything, be it art, culture, or people, is that I begin to resent something if I can see through it.
What I mean is, if I can follow the thought process behind something, exposing the ego that created it, I suddenly and precipitously resent it. If something stays entirely within my field of metaphorical vision, and I can see all its outlines clearly, then it is not greater than me, and if it's not greater than me, why should I exalt it?
This is almost certain to be a theme which recurs as we continue listening to this music, so I hope it's not a dreadful and annoying one. But in this case, the stooges are completely outside my field of vision, completely beyond my experience and ken. I have absolutely nothing in common with iggy and for that, I celebrate the fuck out of him. This music comes across to me as though from an awesome alien world, one too awesome for words.
Whatever this music is, it truly IS what it is, and my ego-detectors don't pick up any bullshit. These guys are not trying to pull anything over on me, not trying to manipulate me, not trying to make me think they are something they are not, not trying to get me to buy things... it's just a simple, pure expression of sound and emotion. I have no doubt iggy was desperate for attention and hammed it up like Doctor Hamson Ham on stage, but I don't really care about that as long as it doesn't compromise the integrity of the music.
whenever songs from this album start playing on my mp3 player, I instantly relax and my brain feels at liberty to just shut down for a while, I don't need to be watchful for on guard for potential egoey infiltration. so good, soo soo good.
yeah sarge, you are right on about the lack of ego or pretentions. which is strange, because the most obvious influence for iggy is jim morrison, who is totally prententious (even though i dig him sometimes, haha). "Primal," "pure," and "dark" are the words that i would use to describe iggy on this album, and if you're into those adjectives, you cant help but completely fall for his charm.
the second track, 'loose,' is the highlight of this album for me. its just creates a whole new level of intensity and maintains it throught the track. i was listening to it on the subway on repeat, and i started to break a sweat, i was that into it! some of the more experimental noisier stuff at the end of the album seems like it would sound much better live, but the band gets their point across. the purity of iggy's delivery is just so fresh and natural and nice to listen to. and its still edgy. compare iggy to the strokes, a band whose singer was definitely influenced by iggy. julian casablancas sounds seriously tame and mild compared to the screaming on this record.
I've thought that if/when I ever get my arms back, or if I manage to devote enough time to singing to get any decent at it, I would like to do something more interesting than the pop/punk/grunge that I used to do. I thought I'd like to do something cutting edge, something that uses synths or chiptunes, or something just very good noise.
I was wrong. I want to cover Down on the Street. I want to make ugly punk. I want to bathe in the straight-forward, kinda tinny drums, like real drums sound. I want guitars, not fed through pedals, just fucking rocking with the gain turned up. I want bass that plays three notes. And I want to rock. I want to say "Fuck you faggots and your shitty ass, drag-queen production values. Fuck you with your mixing. Modern music makes me feel car sick. Fuck car sick. I am going to burn your fucking car and I am going to kick you in the balls, just because you are shitty."
Sgt. Robo, I am very glad you like this. I seriously would've kicked you in the balls because you are shitty if you didn't like this album. I know you have a punk fetish, but how do you not feel inspired to just hit things A LOT when you hear this? And by things, I mean musical instruments. Does this inspire you at all to just pick up that beautiful guitar and make horrible sounds?
Dainty, Julian Casablancas is a bitch. If i get back on stage, Julian Casablancas' car will be in the top ten cars I burn. Strokes are okay and all, but man I can hear them trying so fucking hard. Like, you guys make catchy tunes. You are painfully cool. But in no way are you deep or disoriented or angry or tortured. Stop. The. Fucking. Posturing. Also, Casablancas' voice is absolutely void of passion.
Note:
- I use "faggots" in the South Park sense. If you have a problem with that, better up your car insurance and wear a cup.
- I have even LESS respect for Tom Morello after listening to this album. Wow, man. That bitch ass pussy rips all his riffs off of the Stooges.
- I am disappointed that the Stooges are in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame [snicker] and even more disappointed that it's a goal that they actually worked towards. Kiss remains the only rock band from the '70s worth liking. I hate their music. I hate their attitudes. I hate their everything. But at least they aren't in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame [snicker]. That's worth my temporary respect.
Iggy Pop and the Stooges are so good I don't completely hate them for being from Ann Arbor, Michigan. If you know me, you know what the gravity that carries.
pitchfork's top 100 of the 70's + top 100 of the 80's, considered, scrutinized, explored, assailed, defended, appreciated and deprecated, fussed over, held up high, kicked to the curb and held back up again. education by fire and a middle finger to disdain. tea, anyone?
I actually don't know what to say about this album... it seems like the most primal, axiomatic, irreducible expression of music possible, to use insufferable words in support of a needless hyperbole.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things I've come to understand not just about the way I encounter music, but really anything, be it art, culture, or people, is that I begin to resent something if I can see through it.
What I mean is, if I can follow the thought process behind something, exposing the ego that created it, I suddenly and precipitously resent it. If something stays entirely within my field of metaphorical vision, and I can see all its outlines clearly, then it is not greater than me, and if it's not greater than me, why should I exalt it?
This is almost certain to be a theme which recurs as we continue listening to this music, so I hope it's not a dreadful and annoying one. But in this case, the stooges are completely outside my field of vision, completely beyond my experience and ken. I have absolutely nothing in common with iggy
and for that, I celebrate the fuck out of him. This music comes across to me as though from an awesome alien world, one too awesome for words.
Whatever this music is, it truly IS what it is, and my ego-detectors don't pick up any bullshit. These guys are not trying to pull anything over on me, not trying to manipulate me, not trying to make me think they are something they are not, not trying to get me to buy things... it's just a simple, pure expression of sound and emotion. I have no doubt iggy was desperate for attention and hammed it up like Doctor Hamson Ham on stage, but I don't really care about that as long as it doesn't compromise the integrity of the music.
whenever songs from this album start playing on my mp3 player, I instantly relax and my brain feels at liberty to just shut down for a while, I don't need to be watchful for on guard for potential egoey infiltration. so good, soo soo good.
yeah sarge, you are right on about the lack of ego or pretentions. which is strange, because the most obvious influence for iggy is jim morrison, who is totally prententious (even though i dig him sometimes, haha). "Primal," "pure," and "dark" are the words that i would use to describe iggy on this album, and if you're into those adjectives, you cant help but completely fall for his charm.
ReplyDeletethe second track, 'loose,' is the highlight of this album for me. its just creates a whole new level of intensity and maintains it throught the track. i was listening to it on the subway on repeat, and i started to break a sweat, i was that into it! some of the more experimental noisier stuff at the end of the album seems like it would sound much better live, but the band gets their point across. the purity of iggy's delivery is just so fresh and natural and nice to listen to. and its still edgy. compare iggy to the strokes, a band whose singer was definitely influenced by iggy. julian casablancas sounds seriously tame and mild compared to the screaming on this record.
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ReplyDeleteI've thought that if/when I ever get my arms back, or if I manage to devote enough time to singing to get any decent at it, I would like to do something more interesting than the pop/punk/grunge that I used to do. I thought I'd like to do something cutting edge, something that uses synths or chiptunes, or something just very good noise.
I was wrong. I want to cover Down on the Street. I want to make ugly punk. I want to bathe in the straight-forward, kinda tinny drums, like real drums sound. I want guitars, not fed through pedals, just fucking rocking with the gain turned up. I want bass that plays three notes. And I want to rock. I want to say "Fuck you faggots and your shitty ass, drag-queen production values. Fuck you with your mixing. Modern music makes me feel car sick. Fuck car sick. I am going to burn your fucking car and I am going to kick you in the balls, just because you are shitty."
And that's where I'm at after track #1.
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ReplyDeleteSgt. Robo, I am very glad you like this. I seriously would've kicked you in the balls because you are shitty if you didn't like this album. I know you have a punk fetish, but how do you not feel inspired to just hit things A LOT when you hear this? And by things, I mean musical instruments. Does this inspire you at all to just pick up that beautiful guitar and make horrible sounds?
Dainty, Julian Casablancas is a bitch. If i get back on stage, Julian Casablancas' car will be in the top ten cars I burn. Strokes are okay and all, but man I can hear them trying so fucking hard. Like, you guys make catchy tunes. You are painfully cool. But in no way are you deep or disoriented or angry or tortured. Stop. The. Fucking. Posturing. Also, Casablancas' voice is absolutely void of passion.
Note:
- I use "faggots" in the South Park sense. If you have a problem with that, better up your car insurance and wear a cup.
- I have even LESS respect for Tom Morello after listening to this album. Wow, man. That bitch ass pussy rips all his riffs off of the Stooges.
- I am disappointed that the Stooges are in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame [snicker] and even more disappointed that it's a goal that they actually worked towards. Kiss remains the only rock band from the '70s worth liking. I hate their music. I hate their attitudes. I hate their everything. But at least they aren't in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame [snicker]. That's worth my temporary respect.
Iggy Pop and the Stooges are so good I don't completely hate them for being from Ann Arbor, Michigan. If you know me, you know what the gravity that carries.
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