The Stooges

I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Iggy Pop (whom I knew exclusively from "the idiot," "the passenger," and some similar stuff) could be this psychopathic onto thrashing around as if he were having continuous convulsions Iggy and the Stooges Live Cincinatti 1970 It’s something artistically sublime, he wasn’t a hippie, it wasn't psychedelia, back then people really wondered what it was all about, a frantic son of a bitch high on unfathomable levels who pulls out his penis, cuts himself, spits on the audience, puts on makeup like a woman... their triptych of albums is something mind-blowing, even after so much time they still manage to be more outrageous, filthy, and pure than other bands that vainly chase this desire without ever truly grasping its spirit.