Steve Albini’s production foregrounds
the drums, and Scott brews up a storm. Ron’s characteristic
wah-wah guitar is solid if workmanlike. Surprisingly,
the chief culprit here would appear to be Iggy himself.
The songs are only so-so, some of them downright dumb
– and not the studiedly ironic dumb of ‘1969’
or ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’, just plain dumb.
Plus, for someone in such great voice on his last solo
effort, 2003’s Skull Ring, here his pipes
sound unbelievably weak. One can only conclude that
generous Iggy, already financially secure himself, was
conceding to providing for the rather less flush Ashetons’
pension funds. But it’ll be interesting to hear
how his own next album measures up.
While never one to worry overly about posterity, and
how a misfire can potentially damage a great band’s
legacy, this offering must rank as a major disappointment
for long time fans, particular in comparison with other
recent reunion platters, like the New York Dolls’
cracking Some Day It Will Please Us To Remember
Even This. Rock critics wouldn’t like
this at all predicts the Ig on ‘Trollin’’;
and, ya know, he’s right.
First published in Magill, May 2007