“Preliminaires” by Iggy Pop Album Review

2 06 2009

iggy-peliminaires“Preliminaires” by Iggy Pop – It’s funny to hear this crazy godfather of punk go slow-mo, sounds like a bad heroin overdose. Naw, but really, Iggy and The Stooges have always been one of my favorite bands, much respect to Iggy, but I’m not too keen on this album. I like “Je sais que tu sais” the best, only because it has a sexy tone to it, maybe in part to the chick’s voice. “A Machine For Loving” is also pretty dope, with some cool spoken-word that holds some weird truth.

Don’t knock it till you rock it! Check it out for your self on AOL’s Spinner. FREE to steam!


What Does Danger Mouse, Sparklehorse and David Lynch Have in Common?

18 05 2009

dnots300If these amazing songs ever get released, Dark Night Of The Soul should not only get an award for its unique and creative compositions, but for being the collabos of all collabos. From iconic musicians, musical masterminds and one of the best directors of the silver screen, Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse’s Mark Linkous have rallied up a pretty sweet album. With the two writing and producing, the album also features the talents of James Mercer of The Shins, The Flaming Lips, Gruff Rhys of Super Furry Animals, Jason Lytle of Grandaddy, Julian Casablancas of The Strokes, Frank Black of the Pixies, Iggy Pop, Nina Persson of The Cardigans, Suzanne Vega, Vic Chesnutt, David Lynch, and Scott Spillane of Neutral Milk Hotel and The Gerbils. But what role does famed film director, photographer, artist extraordinaire David Lynch play?

Read the full article at NPR Music and peep the album. They’re streaming the entire eclectic mesh of tunes from start to finish. Listen while you can, the tracks just might not be released due to some record label drama.

As for the album as a whole, it’s awesomely unusual. Sweet, strange, sexy lyrics with a dark sound to complement it’s eerie feel. I dig it.

Black Lips – Detorit Bar, Costa Mesa

16 04 2009

So I was gonna write a review on this very high energy, no vomiting or pissing on fans Black Lips show, but I opted not to.  There’s already a recent review on here of their New York show and it’s pretty damn good. But I will say: the show fuckin rocked! Detroit Bar is a tiny venue, all the more intimate, all the more better. Only in California. Black Lips as always, high energy and inducing lots of smiles on our faces.

Check out some sweet photos of the Black Lips at the Detorit Bar in Costa Mesa, Calif. on the PHOTO GALLERIES page.


“I just got sick of listening to idiot thugs with guitars banging out crappy music”

17 03 2009

Iggy Pop going Jazzy? Never know what’s gonna come out of this crazy bloke.

Iggy Pop loves controversial French writer Michel Houellebecq.  Known for his transgressive, satirical novels that may or may not be totally racist depending on who you ask? That’s just about everybody’s favorite thing, right?

Last year, Iggy recorded seven songs for Last Words, a documentary about Houellebecq’s attempts to turn his book La Possibilité d’une île ( The Possibility of an Island ) into a film. In a few months, Pop will release those songs as Preliminaires, an album inspired by the book itself. Apparently he made the album especially for France and that he sings one song, “Les Feuilles Mortes”, in French. Translates “the dead leaves”  and has become both a pop and jazz standard, covered by many. Now it’s Pop’s turn … WTF!

Preliminaires  is “NOT a rock album, more jazzy stuff.”

“At one point, I just got sick of listening to idiot thugs with guitars banging out crappy music, and I was starting to listen to a lot of New Orleans-era Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton type of jazz. And I’ve always loved quieter ballads as well.”

~Iggy Pop

First a UK auto insurance commercial now this French shananigans … check it all out for youself below:

Black Lips Show Review @ Music Hall of Williamsburg, March 10

11 03 2009

black_lips1“These guys wanna fuckin’ die on stage.”

That’s one of the thoughts that ran through my head barely three songs into the Black Lips performance. The energy these crazy cats bring is unparalleled. I’ll spare a comparo because they’ve all been hog-tied to the bumper of a rusty old Ford pickup and dragged through the desert once too many times.

The Lips deserve the liberty to revel in their neo-punk glory. From intro to outro these gents, I use that loosely, just wanted to set the house ablaze and the audience would’ve happily stood in the flames. Being the aging music geek I am, I gladly watched all this chaotic splendor from above on the balcony. Granted, I missed getting fragments of co-front man and rhythm guitarist, Cole Alexander’s vomit on me. Not to mention, I missed pretending to catch the frat boy douche bag who thought he was “The Man” stage-dive. Funny how even an out of control mosh pit still has the sense, if you will, to ream out the germs from the gaggle. But, there’s something oddly surreal about being the spectator mere feet away from a beautiful disaster. It’s like those videos you watched in High School history class of the scientists crouched in those concrete bunkers miles away from the atom bomb detonation during the Manhattan Project. You know something absurdly insane is happening right in front of you and you’re genuinely excited about being there. Even feeling “lucky” perhaps.

But I digress; the show was all killer, no filler. Complete nutter butters actually. A matter of fact my ears are still ringing now 20 hours later, awesome. A show highlight I must share: as soon as they started playing the last song, everybody bum-rushed the stage. I’m talking like more than 50 people up there banging their heads, fucking with the band, throwing shit, straight up wildin’ out. Cole himself stage-dived and just ran the fuck out. Then he pops up on the other side of the room a minute or two later like he was reenacting a David Blaine skit. So really what’s not to love in that scenario? Now I wish I could sing the same praise for the two opening bands, Gentleman Jesse & His Men and Lets Wrestle, but there was no way I could pass up $3 Miller Low Lifes at The Levee right around the corner from the Music Hall of Williamsburg. Sorry my alcoholism (my drunk cheap ass doesn’t like paying $6+ for a Tecate) prevailed. All I can say is that I hope every member of the Lips can survive another tour because I’ll be one of the first to cop tickets.


A few iPhone pics:

Iggy Pop Goes Commercial!

10 03 2009

Well this is a sight o see! Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Iggy, but does Swiftcover car inurance know Iggy’s insane punk as I don’t give a fuck history? If so, more power to them! They decided to use the infamous Iggy Pop as their cover boy, the new face of Swiftcover. Don’t you just feel so safe behind the wheel knowing you’re covered by Swiftcover?

Them brits advertisers  sure love their punk vets. First Johnny Rotten, now Iggy.


13 01 2009


July 17, 1948 – January 6, 2009



Time to join the “Funhouse” with the rest of the guitar Gods above.

Click here to hear some kind, honest words from Iggy.