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CD Review   Iggy Pop Skull Ring
 

IGGY POP - Skull Ring
Virgin Records



Man, has this record been chewed up by the critics. Which, if you think about, is perfect for an Iggy record. Never one to please the masses, Pop has centered the majority of his career pissing folks off. With Skull Ring he hits a home run. Keeping it short and simple Pop goes for what he does best - power punk, garage rock. The real buzz on this record came about when it was leaked that the original Stooges were to be featured on four tracks, none of which disappoint. From the open chord of “Little Electric Chair” and “Loser” to the Bowie-esque anthems “Skull Ring” (Fast cars/Hot chicks/Money) and “Dead Rockstar” this mother smokes.

Going right back to American Caesar (1993) Pop celebrates the physical nature of feedback. Among his culprits include the guys from Green Day (Private Hell, Supermarket) and Sum 41 in the killer “Little Know It All” – easily the best track here. Pop’s road band, the Trolls, pick up the slack grinding out punchy rockers “Perverts In The Sun”, “Here Comes The Summer”, “Whatever” and the savory spellbinder “Superbabe”. Sarcastic, intriguing and social relevant Pop and band settle in with four on the floor, high octane, vintage rock ‘n roll.

That was the easy stuff to like – more difficult are the two tracks with Peaches. Both “Rock Show” and “Motor Inn” capitalize on fuzzed out pop beats salted with Pop’s lyrical sweat. This is were critics waver, however if you hang in there the songs dig deeper until their embedded like a 20-year tattoo. A real gem lies the stripped-back rustic blues number “Till Wrong Feels Right”. Just Pop and an acoustic guitar make this baby burn then he closes out with the sledgehammer “Blood On Your Cool”. Check out the hidden track “Nervous Exhaustion” - dude, it’s doesn’t get any better than this.

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Review by Todd Smith http://www.thecutting-edge.net/
 
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