I can't figure out how anyone could possibly enjoy this record, and yet it's somehow regarded as a masterpiece?
Mid tempo slop with musical ideas that couldn't sustain themselves for 30 seconds, let alone the 7 and 8 and a half minute runtimes on some of these songs. Iggy Pop doing his worst David Bowie impression (and while it shouldn't be a shock, it was surprising to me that Bowie was involved on this record), sounding like he's phoning it in the whole time. 90% of this record the music refuses to do anything fun or interesting, with absolutely no drive to it.
China Girl and Tiny Girls are the only tracks that have any meat on the bones, and even then they're tepid.
This album is the musical equivalent of spoiled milk. It's incredibly off putting, like it was left out in the sun too long and now it's starting to get that stomach churning curdled smell.
It's hilarious reading the professional reviews of this album because they're perfectly describing the album yet somehow arriving at the conclusion that it's good?
"A necrophiliac's delight!"
"[He] doesn't sound alive ... he sounds automated."
"Iggy's got the tainted charisma of a dead poet."
"A very strange, morbid, obscure and unsettling [album]"
Like, my man. Just because it has a good backstory (Iggy and Bowie trying to kick a drug habit) and Bowie is involved doesn't mean you have to like it. You're allowed to say a Bowie project is shit. Be free, rid yourself of this awful album, and you'll never have to listen to it again, lol!
Suffice to say. I felt like an Idiot listening to this album.
Edit: So finally went back and listened to this again. I stand by pretty much everything on here. But I will be bumping up the score to a 2* because China Girl and Tiny Girls are more solid than I gave them credit for.