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This review is from: Lust For Life (Audio CD)
The Ig decamped to Berlin after living in bins, locked in wards he found Kraftwerk, Faust then Neu. A catalyst and impetus to reinvent himself, initially under the tutelage of David, he finally spreads his confidence on this platter. Ig is in a dash from detox, after doing 12 step AA, croons his self professed joys at being alive. Half sardonic, half wanting to believe the liquor and drugs has gone, he bellows his ode to a Wonderful World. He harneses teutonic beats to his inner vision. The cracked actor sings his satirical paen to success; Here comes my Chinese rug.
The wilted view of the Passenger caresses many a ride through a deep sense of unease. Nightmares emerge from eating garbage. The Ig's semi detached imagery seeps with a fine percentage of loathing. The world around him echoes this disgust.
This is also Bowie's vision smeared over Low and Heroes. The Ig had witnessed real poverty in his post Stooges days, echoes of the trashed lives in the Michigan trailer park.
Salvation explodes through lust, the young "woman", Sweet 16 in her leather boots, blasts into life. The Ig stretches to unleash the power of his larynx in describing his visionary ecstasy. Gradually returning to a subdued irony in "Fall in Love with Me." An ode to a flame capturing the cold winter frost of a bright Berlin day.
Drug use goes over, in turning blue, the track skips a beat as he hunts for life in the already dying. Some weird sin sees him trying to become Jim instead of the Ig, calming down, becoming straight but always the lure of the old life taps on his shoulder. The battle of the newly detoxed caught in the lyrical angst.
Marking the tension between the Ig of post Stooge psychosis, the new man trying to amend, then another version, the synthesis struggling to arise from the two. Neighbourhood Threat is derived from the last months on the street; pre and post hospitalistation before the Bowie rescue. The Ig's gap year as homeless, deadbeat and obliterated described in detail.
Not the straight rock and roll album. Ig bawls his liver out of his soul. He hurls his acidity at the anomie of those at the top. Searching for redemption and meaning throughout he shoots himself in his cultural left foot proclaiming Reagan in interviews whilst destroying wealth when alive.
Austere, stripped down, loud and heavy album without pushing any rock cliche buttons. Duran Duran copied "Success". The Ig stripped to the waste, a philosophic visionary pumping his bleak images of decay into the cultural mainline.