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Rating: This album scratches the skin and brings out the monster inside you.
A bit like in John Carpenter's "The Thing," imagine being hit by a bus, and the doctors are trying to revive you with a defibrillator... you suddenly open up your belly, toothy, and eat their hands.
Ah, Iggy is always Iggy, even when he makes less successful albums like this one, which seems to have come out of the mind of Body Count, remember them?
Anyway, between one riff and another, there's always time to raise your armpits and scratch noisily to the rhythm of "You're wearing a mask, you're wearing a mask..." Otherwise, we can talk about "Howl": the call to gather the pack of wolves, the fight for the female with feathers on her head; icy guitar flashes and the Iguana howling like Bacchus in heat, a sick Bacchus holding a chalice and looking at you sideways saying "'nammo a scupà?".
Iggy is the master of the joy of being human, of being able to talk about one's own odors without being ashamed, of expressing oneself with the strength of the glutes alone.
Listen to "All Shit" to believe it: a declaration of intent where our man confirms a sad reality: it's all a colossal shit... everything.
Well, actually the more I listen to this album, the more I realize that it's this that's crap...
madonna what a disjointed album! Well, in fact, it's rather weak, the songs are written left-handedly, and the mess of guitars doesn't cover up the lack of ideas... But who cares? The Iguana is always the Iguana and for this reason alone you must own it like one owns a twenty-year-old girl: gently from behind and without too many compliments.
Nothing else matters; this abortion is worth more than 300 albums by the Strokes or similar groups, rest assured... and then where do you find a blonde guy at 60, perfectly blonde; does he dye his hair?
Yes, maybe he does dye it, but this artist remains a god... bah, I've lost the desire... could it be this sluggish album?
The choice is yours, connoisseurs!
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Mask (02:53)
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
Are you my friend ?
Are you my plumber ?
Are you my God ?
What do you do ?
Wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Complicated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing regretting starving greedy human alien being, struggling down the street, up the alley, in the elevator, through the party, to the office, in the bedroom, on your way to the morgue. Bullshitting, lying, doing a good deed or feeling loved barely possible. Aware of insatiable demands of not a society all around you. Chunky frat boys in their shorts, pimps with old semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungle, sensitive smart alec college graduates, critics fronting franticly in New York city, every body in L.A just plain licking ass or having it licked, irony in place of balls, balls in place of brains, brains in place of soul, where is the soul?, where is the love?, where am i?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
which mask are you ?
03 Howl (05:05)
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl
Fuck it
I feel like howling
Got nowhere to turn
They'll kill you
For your spirit
This is what you learn
The music of tomorrow is
What you feel today
The owners of the future
Is not the one they say
A mountain of faces
Is rapin' my ear
I'm glad that my pride is
Stronger than my fear
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
Howling, baby
I knew the producer
He's got lots of tricks
He is the starmaker
The bands are little pricks
The music of tomorrow is
What you feel today
The owners of the future
Is not the one they say
A mountain of faces
Is rapin' my ear
I'm glad that my pride is
Stronger than my fear
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
Howling, baby
Howling, baby
Howling, baby
Howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
04 Football (03:52)
I'm a football baby,
Rollin' round the field.
I've been passed and fumbled,
Till I don't know what I feel.
Everybody's the same,
They're all footballs too.
Setting up the big play
And trying to score.
I'm a football baby
In a football game
I'm a football baby
Run--kick
Life's a football game,
As every chump and champ knows.
We don't touch, we collide,
Till we're worn out inside.
We're kicking each other,
Right where it hurts,
Setting up the big play,
And trying to score.
I'm a football baby,
In a football game
I'm a football baby,
I'm a football baby,
In a football game
I'm a football baby,
Block--pass
I'm a football baby,
In a football game
I'm a football baby,
Run---kick---hit---goal .
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