Funny review (see the bottom of page if you dont wanna read everything)
Iggy Pop
@ Brixton Academy, London, 13 July 2002
A man leaps onto the stage at Brixton Academy without fanfare. Lights dim, the crowd screams and Iggy Pop is with us.
The first couple of songs are relatively new, from Mask and Beat 'Em Up to some contemporary ones I don't recognise. As it's a lunge into a more metal arena, with almost prog-rock guitar solos, power chords and much screaming, the crowd seem dubious and throw quizzical glances at each other.
Predictably, it's his return to the '80s classics that gives this audience a reason to scream, and surge and reach for this man of talent. Not to mention the primed body that just has no business on a man of his age.
Passenger and I Wanna Be Your Dog are both tight and heaving, Iggy diving from one end of the stage to another, his attention on everyone, his voice powerful, his feet lashing out and connecting with the heads of various security men around the pit.
After I Wanna Be Your Dog, Iggy throws himself into the crowd and like the rest of these demented fans I reach up for a piece and grab a hold of... HIS COCK!! It is large and I am afraid.
And the show continues in this vein (no pun intended)...
