Iggy Pop
Free

MUTATIS MUTANDIS «changed the things (mutatis) that need to be changed (mutandis)»

It has nothing to do with -changing underwear, as it might seem at first glance, but it is the appropriate Latin expression to introduce this album by Iggy Pop.

I define and delineate, I try to write a (free) different review.

-Iggy has changed over time, after all, it's impossible to remain the same.
-Iggy is worth as much as the guitarists who have accompanied him throughout his career.
-Iggy is not a poet, much less a refined one, he is just Iggy, an important and respected name.
-Iggy is a cartoon, he deforms, stretches, contorts, breaks, but never dies.
-Iggy is one of the heroes of my youth.
-Iggy and the original Stooges are a distant memory, and the Asheton brothers are no more.
-Iggy is genetically modified by distortions, and now he is fed up with guitars and amplifiers.

Darn, with all that I've written, how do I review an album like this?

I think of the Stooges, Ron Asheton, and the venomous guitar riffs… No Fun, I Wanna Be Your Dog, TV Eye… Then James Williamson and that altar of Raw Power… The career resurrected by Bowie with The Idiot and Lust For Life… The colorless trials and some flashes of light in American Caesar… Finally, the celebration by Josh Homme with the soundscape of Lust For Life…

-Iggy, did you make this album to feel free from what?
-Iggy, you can't come out alive from here.
-Iggy, I love you just the same because you are still Iggy even in contradictions.

But is Iggy Pop a cartoon?
Some things never change.
I'm going to put -Fun House- on the turntable to feel the fire of r’n’r.

Bye.