Pants Dropping, Pop Popping At Stooges/Godsmack NYC Show

Detroit legends get mobbed; Sully's set goes unplugged.

NEW YORK — When Iggy Pop’s pants start to fall down,
don’t expect him to pull them back up.

Less than halfway through Iggy and the Stooges’ first New York City
performance since the early ’70s, half of his butt was clearly visible
to the audience. It was only through some miracle that his jeans
remained above his privates for the rest of the show. But that’s not
something he thinks about.

The key to Pop’s appeal is that he’s a creature of instinct, not
thought. He probably wasn’t planning to leap from the Roseland Ballroom
stage, climb into the VIP section and knock over tables during “Little
Doll,” but when Iggy is gripped by impulse, look out. 

Joined by the mechanical clamor of the Stooges, his Detroit band that
pre-dated punk in the late ’60s with loud, hypnotic riffs, garage rock
bluster and attitude galore, Iggy’s presentation was as unpredictable
as it was captivating. No, he wasn’t as wild as when he used to smear
his body with peanut butter and cut himself with broken glass, but
Iggy’s grown up a little since then. He may no longer be truly
unhinged, but he’s certainly untamed.

He also remains a true nightmare for security. At various points in the
show, he dived into the crowd with no warning, climbed atop monitors
and dangled on a rope ladder meant for stagehands. He even invited
members of the crowd to join him, and a flood of fans mobbed the stage.

Although Pop rocked with the ferocity of a cyclone, he exhibited little
grace as he flung himself around the stage. But the raw magnetism he
exuded as he danced, stomped, shook his torso and flailed his arms was

The Stooges backed Pop’s revelry with chugging, repetitive rhythms that
increased in power the longer they continued. Beefy guitarist Ron
Asheton complemented the chaos with garage-y, angry and psychedelic
solos, while his brother Scott drove the monochromatic beats on the
drums. Keeping the pulse was new recruit Mike Watt (ex-Minutemen,
Firehose) on bass. None of them moved much, allowing Iggy to hog the
spotlight — at least when it was on.

During one song, Iggy asked that all the stage lights be shut off. In
complete darkness, the band vamped and Pop shouted, “Blackout!
Blackout! F— you! F— me. Satan. Schwarzenegger.”

Much of the set was composed of favorites such as “No Fun,” “TV Eye,”
“1969″ and of course “I Wanna Be Your Dog,” all delivered with
freight-train intensity. The only song the Stooges played from Iggy’s
upcoming album, Skull Ring, was the title cut. (The disc, which
includes four new Stooges tracks, comes out November 4.)

Godsmack opened the show with a brief acoustic set made up of tracks
from the band’s upcoming “unplugged” album, The Other Side,
which was recorded last month in Hawaii. The set included two new songs
as well as group standards such as “Serenity,” “Awake” and “Keep Away.”
Stripped of guitar rage and percussive might, the tunes sounded almost

Frontman Sully Erna and his bandmates sat on stools during most of the
tunes and looked as if they were aching to jump free and rock out. Even
in acoustic form, Godsmack’s music was filled with mystical energy and
atmosphere; even without a wah-wah pedal, guitarist Tony Rombola let
rip with some tasteful, bluesy solos. For two songs, Godsmack were
joined by two members of Dropbox, a group Erna signed to his label. The
additional musicians graced the songs with a little extra depth.

Whether Erna was just playing with Rombola or rocking with the full
band, Godsmack sounded more like their mentors Alice in Chains than
ever. That’s just fine with Erna; the inspiration to record an acoustic
album came from groups such as Led Zeppelin, Nirvana and most of all
Alice, who released the acoustic classics Sap and Jar of
— two discs that made Erna who he is today.

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