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Iggy Pop - Avenue B
CD DetailsArtist: Iggy Pop Edition: Music CD Audio: English (Original Language) Format: Explicit Lyrics, Import CD Release Date: 1999-09-21 Music Label: EMI Import Product features: - Iggy Pop - Avenue B Brazil Import
Soundtracks: - No S*#t
- Nazi Girlfriend
- Avenue B
- Miss Argentina
- Afraid To Get Close
- Shakin' All Over
- Long Distance
- Corruption
- She Called Me Daddy
- Felt The Luxury
- Espanol
- Motorcycle
- Facade
Music reviews of Avenue BMusic Review: Iggy goes mellow and what happens? A beaut of an album Rating: 4 Stars
Let me begin by saying that i totally understand those Iggy fans who might be a little alienated by this. Let me also say that if anything is "boring" (an accusation ascribed by some to "Avenue B") then that would be expecting Mr.Osterberg turning in album after album that confirms his punk roots. 'Avenue B' is not only a brave album by Iggy Pop, not only a more than pleasant surprise but a diamond album at that. A diamond buried and only to be found if you keep your ears as open your mind (and that goes both ways obviously). Yes it is indeed an introspective album, a very "coming from the heart" album and it's delivered in that exclusive and special Iggy Pop way. I dont see anything wrong with that, in fact i see alot to be had here. There are many great songs in 'Avenue...' which a lot of people (yours truly) included have actually been expecting Iggy Pop to sing at some time. I'm refering more to the style and overall tone of the songs in particular. "Nazi girlfriend" is a beautiful and very ironic love song which (of course) not everybody would sing and not everybody would hear. All the more reason why it's special. As is "Long distance" and the other stunner (for those accustomed to Iggy's raw and hard rock persona) "Afraid to get close". "Long distance" and "She called me daddy" (whoa, i mean, "She called me daddy???") fall into that category too. Since music is nothing more than an expression vehicle it is bound to bring up our many different sides. Especially by an artist, performer (call him what you will) who's been at it for decades. Iggy brings out this "new" unknown side to us after 40 years of being the prototype punk-rock daddy (theres that word again) and scores a winner. Iggy fans with an ear for great music, great lyrics and an honest songwriter will appreciate this album for what it is with minimal effort. I tent to think that those who find it hard to see what's so good about 'Avenue B' are cheating themselves. Great stuff.
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Description of Avenue B Iggy Pop Photos More from Iggy Pop  Lust for Life |  The Idiot |  Nude & Rude: The Best of Iggy Pop |  Brick by Brick |  A Million in Prizes: The Anthology |  Live at the Avenue B | James "Iggy" Osterberg's last album of the second millennium is at once confounding, yet immensely compelling. The Godfather of Punk once again largely eschews the anarchic sturm und drang upon which he built his legend to pick up the strangely warm (for him), often nakedly introspective thread that runs from Zombie Birdhouse through Brick by Brick. As on the latter, Iggy has entrusted his reflections to producer and hired gun to the stars Don Was. To both their credits, the result is fresh, textured, and surprising. There are no less than four soul-baring monologues on which Ig's resonant baritone is set against the sort of brooding orchestral backdrop that composer Howard Shore might provide for one of David Cronenberg's more effective nightmares. There are other quirky surprises here: the effective use of Blue Note jazz trio Medeski Martin & Wood and a convincing '50s rock-crooner take on Johnny Kidd & the Pirates' chestnut "Shakin' All Over." Yet Iggy's epic, multihued sardonicism remains gratefully intact, as witnessed by the edgy hilarity of "Nazi Girlfriend," the disquieting "Miss Argentina," and the seemingly tongue-in-cheek Latin loopiness of "Ya Yo Habla Espanol." This is not solely a reflection on the break-up of his decade-long marriage, but rather a complex, uneasy meditation on aging, solitude, corruption, and one wide-eyed soul's place in the world. None of it has yet killed him, and we're all the stronger for it. If it's an album more in tune with Sinatra's In the Wee Small Hours than anything Ig's godchildren have managed in a decade, just soak it up. The man's taste is impeccable. --Jerry McCulley
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