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The mighty Stooges provide a driving backdrop to the Igmeister's deranged skipping, hurtling, writhing and bleeding. Yes, at one point blood is smeared over that wiry chest. Look and learn, Doherty. Iggers even occasionally throws himself against his patient bassist, who smiles wanly. That's showbiz. 'I Feel Alright' and 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' are some of the glaring highlights, but really this seminal outfit can't put a foot wrong. Flapping his hands and staring as if casting some unthinkable spell, the rock maniac soon decides it's high time he invited half of the audience on stage, and a scene of classic punk chaos ensues. It could be '76. The result of this is, inevitably, some impressive dancing all round. Iggy's presence seems to inspire men, who don't necessarily share his physique, to rip off their shirts, revealing all sorts of horrors underneath. One bloke tears off his sweater and actually has a fight with it, whipping the floor with the offending woolly as if his life depended on it. But despite the obvious risks, the stage-flooding thing concludes happily.
The Stooges are everything you want them to be and more. And after introducing the band, swearing at us briefly and doing a random little hip-swivelly jig (all at breakneck speed) Iggy was gone, leaving us all slack-jawed and very much aware we have just witnessed one of the most exciting nights ever from one of the most important rockers alive.
