The Book of Seth reviews Iggy and the Stooges’ seminal album Raw Power, and examines it’s long strange history (respectively including both Bowie and Iggy’s remixes).
Of course, this is over three decades shy of the actually recording, but I don’t suppose anybody counts that far back, especially considering that the material is still being lifted today. And I gotta love a review that states an untangible musical breakthrough such as it exactly as it is in my mind.
When I listen to “Raw Power”, it’s like… (how can I phrase this) WHY THE F**K DID I EVER BUY ANOTHER ALBUM? It’s never been surpassed, and at this late a date I have the creeping sensation it never will because (oh, I just remembered) it can’t. It’s the summation of so much wedged into such a short duration and cut so damn hot, recorded so damn wrong it was too right on so many levels, I can’t count them. It’s a kaleidoscopic riot running through the sexual to the ridiculous and sublime from start to finish. The entire Class of ‘76 along with several successive non-graduating classes of dum-dums was built on it and yet not one offering from that assorted stew of froot‘n’nutz from New York, London [, or at] any points in-between came close to topping it on any level, album or single. Not that they didn’t try from time to time — which was at least encouraging – and got extremely close at times, but this ain’t a game of horseshoes or hand grenades and besides, I seem to be out of cigars. Sorry.
When I listen to “Raw Power”, the whole playing field of records, reality and everything in-between is stilted and about as retardedly tilted as the original mix of the album itself. Which, by the by: only FIVE tracks out of eight are so-called “guilty” of the lame duck “no bass and drums, waah, boo hoo, barely audible” claim leveled at its lopsided, aggressive glee. “Barely audible”? That excuse is barely laudable, so turn it up louder so you can hear them, Candy Ass so stop your sobbing and work with what you got. Which is a lot like “Raw Power,” come to think of it.
Personally, I prefer Funhouse from all of the Stooges stuff, but Raw Power did, and still does, hit a nerve with me. This T-shirt can’t be topped either (hmm, there’s an early hint for my birthday).