If you are a fan of The Stooges, one of the best moments in 2016 was the release of Jim Jarmusch’s long-awaited documentary “Gimme Danger”. With only Iggy still with us, the film cannot escape the sadness of a band who have all but passed on, but it’s a poignant, honest documentary that does justice to this most seminal of bands.
When I first heard the Sex Pistols version of No Fun, it immediately became my favourite song of theirs, along with New York. When someone explained, it was a song by a band called The Stooges, I went straight out and bought the first thing I could find with it on. I still remember sitting transfixed on the bus home, staring at the cover of Iggy wearing spaceman elbow length silver gloves, before looking out the window, wondering where on earth I could find such music in the flesh.
The Stooges still sound as visceral and vital as they did upon the release of their first album in 1969; a band powerfully able to transport a three-bar fired living space into a giant riff.