“I’m gonna break into your heart”, promises Iggy Pop in the first two seconds of his seventeenth album ‘Post Pop Depression’. 41 minutes later you realize that uncle Iggy does not lie. Back again where he belongs – on stage, in the charts, in the rock’n’roll, Iggy Pop gives us one of his strongest albums in recent times.
While Iggy Pop brings this dense musical cinematography from his later releases, Josh Homi adds up with his unmistakable mark and desert-garage sound. And of course, the dark tones are required. So ‘Post Pop Depression’ is like a soundtrack of neo-noir film with a storyline developing in some small desert towns hiding dark secrets and night affairs.
The album seamlessly slides into different moods, skillfully directed by both slippery lizards of the American rock’n’roll. Often you can make an association with Queens of the Stone Age, or the desert surrealism of Nick Cave’s ‘Dig, Lazarus, Dig !!!’. But always with that signature and mark that Iggy Pop gives his songs for more than 45 years. And some (hopefully) distant day when Iggy is gone, the world then will sink in true post-Pop depression.