There is no overarching theme to this album, and it is not as aggresively driven as Iggy's work with The Stooges, or as murkily arty and compelling as his first solo album, "The Idiot", although like that album the majority of music here is also written by David Bowie. Luckily though, this is Bowie in his greatest period, and perhaps Iggy too, as this album is a classic.
The first five songs are near perfect sleaze driven slightly european sounding rock, all tight funky drums and twisting guitars, and fantastically langerous, crooning, shrieking desperate, sexual vocals from Iggy.
Side two of the album fares less well, as "Success" and "Turn Blue", despite definitely having their moments, are not really up to the quality of the rest of the album. The last two tracks finish the procceedings in a fine style however.
Its like the more upbeat side to the same dark world visited by Iggy and Bowie and friends on "The Idiot", but although there is desperation, drug overdoses, and gloom, the more driving edge of the material is strangely uplifting, and shows Iggy to be a total survivor. A short, concise album which just gets better the more you listen to it.