You've gotta' hand it to the Ig-man. Even going on something like a hundred years old, the guy still puts it all — literally, at times — out there onstage.
By about the halfway point on this amazing document of the Stooges performing their classic 1973 Raw Power album at 2010's All Tomorrow's Parties festival, the shirtless Iggy's pants are half falling down. Few men half his age could get away with this display of being half-naked before a crowd of mostly twenty-somethings young enough to be his grandchildren. But Iggy Pop is the sort of (amazingly) still living legend, who can be compared to even fewer mere mortal men.
In many ways, the career of Iggy Pop is the sort of happy accident that could have only been made possible back in the original, anything-goes days of rock and roll. Much of that original sense of danger is still present on Raw Power Live: In The Hands Of The Fans.
In fact, the only thing really separating this DVD from something like the great, though very raw, early seventies live Stooges semi-bootleg Metallic K.O. is the element of confrontation. On that recording, the "fans" can be heard pelting the stage with various projectiles like bottles (think of that scene in the Blues Brothers movie where Jake and Elwood play the shitkicker country bar). Back then, the Stooges were regarded mostly as an oddity, long before their revered present-day status as the punk-rock pioneers who paved the way for everyone from the Ramones and the Sex Pistols to latter day disciples like Nirvana.
But the other thing separating this DVD from those days, is the tight playing of the Stooges themselves. Guitarist James Williamson in particular plays his ass off here. The rhythm section of drummer Scott "Rock Action" Asheton and latter day convert Mike Watt on bass is likewise rock solid, making this modern day run-through of Raw Power something of a dream concert document.
The fact that the rest of the sixty-something Stooges are able to keep up with Iggy himself is nothing short of miraculous. The guy is a house of fire here, taking something of a breather only for a handful of relatively quieter songs during an otherwise breakneck set.