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Review Summary: I am the idiot and I was born to be wild. It's 1977 and a brooding collar wind is gracing my fibers. Seducing me with its slick charming, slow, calm and collected chasm. No one's looking and I could care less if they did. I glide through these midnight streets with a droning ring howling inside my ear maze. "What can I do about my dreams?" Ya' see... I wasn't always in this sorrow-filled, pitiful state of self-thrashing and loops of poison. I was once a person of energy. Idealistic creations of awe and wow. I dreamt. I saw. I became and I jumped. I fell inside this downward spiral of party and 'why?' But why tell? If I could just forget. Nightclubbing, meeting new faces every day. New skin textures, new experiences, new smiles, new thrusts...new lusts. After a while, it all feels endlessly same-ish. But, to hell with thinking! "I'm gonna get stoned and run around!" Down I go again. The lowest of low. The *** low. The brown-induced gawking low-end of lows. My muscles are stuck. My eyes can see the back of my head, my throbbing cerebrum. I feel nothing. Am I dead? If I am...then why am I feeling these carnal blows to my face? I guess it's another ride down the 'streets of chance.' My partner sobs as I resuscitate. "Baby, don't you cry... We've already cried." She says: "Oh Jimmy, just shut your mouth." Another round of carnal wrestling, caress and thrust. Our German trust blows my mortal dust, once again. The high is short and the violent, mental bellowing continues as my dum dum boys are anything but present. My walls keep closing in as I succumb all too far into this madness. The so-called life of fame and rock n' roll. It's nothing but vomit and child's play. I'm a crippled grone-child. I'm ill. I can't walk that walk anymore. So, I turn around. "Toward the tiny girls..." "...And you hope she'll sing, but she sings of greed." We're just young banshees. Out on the loose. No sense of directions to be found in this place. I am death personified. But "though I try to die, you put me back on the line. Oh, damn it to hell! Back on the line..." I am the idiot and I was born to be wild.
'The Idiot' is all kinds of emotion. It's all kinds of hot, dirty and cold, somber. This Bowie-produced/co-written record sets a very high bar for Iggy's solo musical outlets. Yet, sadly, this record represents in no way, shape or form the outcome of his later discography. 'Lust For Life' took a more "rock n' roll" approach and then his discography just derailed into various pits and trenches of 'good', 'okay' and just plain 'bad'. But alas, The Idiot stands the test of time as one of the best records of the 1970's. The album itself, on a musical level, takes a lot from the worlds of electronic music, avant-garde rock and krautrock. The album feels very German, in ways. It's dark and beautiful. It's slow and gut-wrenching. It's all kinds of amazing. Go take a long walk down the streets of chance, baby.
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I liked the write-up. This is Iggy's best album, and Lust For Life is not as commercial as you make it sound. The only for radio track on that output is the title track.
I'm really hoping the new one with Homme is up to the quality of this one and Lust. I'll be seeing the two of them when Pop rolls back to Detroit in April. It should be nearly transcendent.
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Bowie produced, yes, but Bowie co-wrote the songs too. This album has as much in common with side 1 of Hereos as any Iggy Pop album.
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Thanks for the feedback, peeps! Edited.
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Hey this was a pretty cool read. I like the approach you took, and it convinced me to seek out the album at once. Pos'd
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Good, mate! Thanks a ton. :^)
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calling sister midnight...
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you've got me reaching for the moon...
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I'm an idiot for you.
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Mother was in my bed
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and I made love to her
"I'm really hoping the new one with Homme is up to the quality of this one and Lust."
I feel so sorry for you.
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Hahaha fripply wipply. To be completely honest, I was stoked when first hearing about it. I kept imagining Iggy Pop singing over ...Like Clockwork's instrumentals. That being one of my all-time favorite records. But once I saw them perform, and listened to some of the singles and *cough* umm...nevermind. It was just too underwhelming next to what I had sort of expected. Not awful, just meh to kind of boring to good.
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better than his previous rock records really, so I can give the generic poppy slick rock sound a pass considering it could sound like generic buttrock instead
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At least it isn't Naughty Little Doggies or Party, so agreed.
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Nice review style! It made for a very enjoyable read.
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Thank you, Evo. 
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after only hearing the stooges, I gave a listen and hated it, but has grown a little, Iggy solo just doesn't have the same groove or vibe
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Yeah, The Stooges trilogy blows his solo career out of the water. But this and Lust are fantastic records.
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Comparing the Stooges with Iggy's Lust for Life and The Idiot is like comparing apples and oranges--both great, but in completely different ways.
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Yeah, true. Raw Power and Fun House still get way more spins from me, though.
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So this is really good
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