There are some people who, when the subject of Iggy Pop is brought up, complain incessantly about how his old stuff was better, nothing since the Stooges is all that good, and blah, blah, blah (note “clever” rock journalist pun – that’s why they pay me the big bucks, kiddies) until you realize they haven’t actually listened to Iggy’s stuff for ten years and their copies of the Stooges’ records have a layer of dust an inch thick, while they spin some new pop-hip-hop dance-electronic bullshit. Y’know what? Fuck all those people. They can just die. Choke on that trendy bullshit. Iggy’s new album does it for me, and it’s one of his most flat-out hard rock’n’roll albums since… okay, yes, since the Stooges broke up, fine, and it definitely has a lot more of that Funhouse live-in-the-studio feel than say, Brick By Brick. Ever since seeing him play with Iggy on a live video, I’ve though Whitey Kirst could be Iggy’s Zakk Wylde (not his Randy Rhoads, that’d be James Williamson) – he’s a solid rock guitar player, and the track featuring him on “Naughty Little Doggie” was far and away the most rockin’. Here Whitey plays on the whole album and the result is some of the best straight-ahead guitar rock I’ve heard since the last Rollins Band album. This ain’t rocket science, it’s rock’n’roll, and thank fucking god someone’s around to show ‘em how it’s done. Otherwise they’ve got little alternative than to start thinking this techno-programmed shit is actually real music and then that’s the ballgame.