Iggy And The Stooges – 'Burn'
It sets out not just to kick ass but to fire rocket-propelled grenades at ass from point blank range
Hence ‘Burn’, a rabble-rousing return to fiery (sorry) punk rock after Pop’s recent exploits in French-influenced jazz subtlety on 2009’s ‘Preliminaires’. And it sets out not just to kick ass but to fire rocket-propelled grenades at ass from point blank range with the intention of scattering bloody chunks of ass across several miles’ radius.
Like The Stones with ‘Doom And Gloom’, ‘Burn’ is the sound of Pop acknowledging his peak period and cranking his pacemaker up to 11 to try to harness it again, with lyrics that wink knowingly at the ridiculousness of the whole idea. The sleeve shot of Iggy strapped up with a suicide bomb suggests he’s making an incisive comment about terrorism and warfare when he growls “respecter of duty is odious to me”, “Burn, burn, they’re taking over” and “there’s no God in this crowd” over a churning riff-storm resembling an exploding bus. But when he slips in lines like “I’m on file, with a reptile” and “Berlin-style!” he’s ramming his tongue into his cheek and fiddling about with his own myths as only the most astute rock’n’roll geriatrics can. The bomb.
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