ONCE HAILED AS THE GODFATHER OF PUNK ROCK, the Ig is a living, breathing, bona fide legend.
Not only was he famous for burning the dynamite stick at both ends, he also fronted the seminal late 60’s acid explosion more commonly known as The Stooges. Everyone should probably own a copy of Raw Power and Funhouse; both huge slabs of mega-influential, scorching white-trash rock n roll.
On solo album no. 17, this embryonic power is guarded behind many moods. With Josh Homme contributing alongside and twiddling the knobs, Post Pop Depression is loud and obnoxious at times, strangely soft and sweet when required, funny, vicious and scathing by turns.
The first Iggy Pop album co-created with producer/guitarist/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist/bandleader Homme, Post Pop Depression began with a succinctly worded text from Iggy to Joshua, and was realized in seclusion when Homme enlisted the aid of his QOTSA bandmate and Dead Weather-man Dean Fertitia, and Arctic Monkeys drummer Matt Helders.
Each embraces the parameters of the past, while retaining a sneering distaste for the convention of the times. As a result we’re graced with songs like American, a grumbling two-chord attack on Uncle Sam, and Gardenia, Pop’s best Pop song in a long while. While Homme adds some recognisable …Like Clockwork flavouring, save a chuckle for great, self-analytical cuts like Vacancy, Vulture and Chocolate too. If you still need convincing this man used to lead the ultimate garage noise band, check out the old-yobbo’s spazzed out version of German Days and the boot-boy holler of closer Paraguay. Of course four decades in the business brings finesse. Opener Break Into and Sunday are 40 years of experience grafted onto windswept, aching melodies.
Post Pop Depression bounces by like a new born baby on a pogo stick. But save for the incomparability of The Stooges, it should sit comfortably alongside anything its protagonists have achieved to date.