Iggy Pop - Post Pop Depression

If you looked at him, you wouldn’t suspect Iggy Pop was 68. He looks like a mummy from Doctor Who who has had one too many to drink; he sounds like a radio announcer who has also had one too many to drink. For this album he’s brought in Josh Homme from Queens Of The Stone Age but it remains an Iggy record. The record grabs you early with Break Into Your Heart. If you amplify Baby from The Idiot ten times then is what you get. Gardenia is a song that only Iggy could sing. It’s creepy and it’s funny, it’s quintessential Iggy. Matt Helders from the Arctic Monkeys is on drums and he excels now that he’s not rubbing Alex Turners ego. Sunday is built on his robotic funky groove, capitalised with another trademark Iggy chorus. The song gets weird and devolves into gospel before becoming a Game Of Thrones theme tune. After this the album grinds to a halt. There is little variety to catch your attention on the second half of the record. Paraguay, however, is a romp through Iggy’s fears and delusions. Good stuff from Iggy, and hopefully not the leather-faced man’s last.