They got the band back together: Original folks from the Raw Power era reunited for the first time. Basic Detroit rock, based in the crotch, wanky 70’s feel, certainly reminiscent of their original works. Iggy’s unique vocals don’t disappoint and the lyrics are as cynical and scatching as ever (no rocking chair for Iggy, he aint “gone acoustic” yet – except on track 9, 10 maybe). Simple stuff, brass appears in a Motown sorta way here and there, lush, and produced with a “pop” (like pretty much all his stuff of late). Check out his contribution to The BPA and his early work, and the Salt and Peppa track on the stooges on the DJ Soulwax stuff.

1) (3:37) driving if minor keyed, straight up rawk man, 70’s damaged
2) (3:19) FCC sax appears, fun beat
3) (3:05) FCC, nice rock but a the chorus goes “…but it don’t pay shit”, easily edited in real time
4) (3:08) FCC
5) (3:46) acoustic guitar, smarmy and weird, Iggy Pop gets philosophical and sensitive, great
6) (3:06) title track, cock rockin
7) (3:13) Motown bass line and tambourine, brass, somewhat lewd dirty old man lyrics
8) (3:43) FCC
9) (3:15) iggy goes acoustic, sorta, ballad rock, nice backup fem vocs, wanky guitar lead
10) (4:37) now I wanna be your dog motif on acoustic guitar bookends this mellower “let me in the Not Strictly Bluegrass Fest door” piece (mark my words, bizarre as it sounds…), “by the end of the game we all get thrown under the bus”