Sometimes reunions are better in theory than in practice. I wanted to
love Iggy back with the band that established him, especially after the
lame, generic backing he got from lame, generic neopunks Sum 41 on some
tracks on Skull Ring, his
last solo album. But I am sorry to report that The Weirdness is just
blustery. They make a lot of noise, but it's all just wind
blowing around. While the band are hardly maestros, their early work
had a tautness and economy; now they just bash away aimlessly. Iggy's
repeating lyrics doesn't emphasize a point they way, "I Wanna Be Your
Dog," did; now it just implies that he doesn't have much to say. I'm
glad that Iggy hasn't grown physically paunchy the way many of his
aging rocker peers have; hoping for him to remain relevant is perhaps
asking too much.
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