Raw Power, Iggy and the Stooges legendary but initially unsuccessful 3rd album has been pencilled in for a reissue this 13th of April. It’s not the first time it’s been reissued. Back in ’97, Columbia Records goaded Iggy in to digitally remixing the album, giving him the chance to redeem himself for the hash he made of the initial original mix, and to outdo David Bowie’s subsequent rescue mix, which both he and the rest of the Stooges have publicly lambasted over the years. The 97 reissue turned out to be a bit of a pointless exercise, as fans poured scorn on Iggy’s digitally distorted remix, with the Stooges themselves eating humble pie by admitting that Bowie’s mix still came out on top.
This time around they’ve stuck with Bowie’s mix, but have thrown in a bin-load of extra’s over 3 CD’s. For your dollar, you’ll get the original album, a slew of out-takes and a bootleg recording of a ’73 Atlanta club show. Not so great, but if you opt for the Deluxe Box-Set which drops 2 weeks later on the 27th, you’ll get some nice shiny bits and pieces like reproduction 7” artwork, photo prints, the Making of Raw Power DVD and a nice book of Raw Power testimonials from Lou Reed, Joan Jett, Tom Morello and perpetual gobshite Henry Rollins.
Get over to Stooges HQ to sign up to the mailing list for any advance on the down-low.
As I drown in a sea of auto-tune, coiffed teen idols and singing Scottish grannies, I long for the decapitation of dolls and bats, the splatter of fake blood and bloated greasy snakes writhing around the torso of a bedevilled, painted malcontent. I wanna see the tabloids scream “who will save our children”; I want oppressive parents with whiskey breath tearing posters from children’s walls, state condemnation, religious opposition, moral indignation. Book burning, record smashing, placard waving fervour; the News cries murder and the mothers cry for the unborn. I want the leather to shine, the eyes to dart, the ribs, the hips, hair as black as sorrow. The guitars in flames, glass under the skin and the hot blood on the cold truth.
Crash through the barriers, choke on the gas and stare in to the bonfires. March in the streets, swarm for the exits, pray to your Gods.
Shock me alive once more!
Sreamin’ Jay Hawkins
"You hear me? I put a spell on you, Because you’re mine."
Screaming Lord Sutch
"When he walks down the streets, To every girl he meets, he says, is your name Mary Blood?
Uaaaaaaah!"
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown
“Fire, I'll take you to burn,
Fire, I'll take you to learn,
Fire, I'll take you to bed!”
Alice Cooper
“School's out for summer, school's out forever, schools been blown to pieces”
The Stooges
“Honey gotta strike me blind, Somebody gotta save my soul. Baby penetrates my mind!”
KISS
“She wears her satins like a lady, she gets her way just like a child.
You take her home and she says: ‘maybe, baby’.
She takes you down, and drives you wild!”
Ozzy Osbourne
“In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds. Oh Lord Yeah!”
Marilyn Manson
“I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist and I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit”
Slipknot
“You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes!”
Lady GaGa
“I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as it’s free. I want your love.”
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