Paul Duane reviews Gimme Danger, eventually.

What sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius; myself.  (Iggy Pop on a Canadian TV talk show in 1977)

Many years ago, the glorious Detroit-based zine Motorbooty  ran a special History Of The Stooges issue which seamlessly intertwined complete fiction presented as fact (a Stooges Wax Museum housed in a stately home that was formerly the home of the White Panther Party, and featuring such exhibits as the actual peanut butter jar from the Cincinnati Pop Festival incident) with factual-seeming articles which, God only knows, may have been completely made up, such as an oral history of the house in which the band lived during their most glorious, pre-heroin period, a place commonly known as Stooge Manor or The Fun House. Continue reading Gimme Danger →