By Iggy Pop
Billed as a solo album, Skull Ring is actually a collection of different collaborations. In the 'Welcome' category, he teams up with The Stooges again, The Trolls and everyone's favourite bearded lady, Peaches. In the 'Why, Iggy, Why The Fuck' box, he decides to cast a slur upon his own name by sharing space with Green Day and Sum 41, bands who should be earning their money cleaning his toilet bowl or at least keeping the seat warm for him, not climbing some greasy pole trying to share a platform with the guy.Needless to say, the highlights correspond with the collaborators. Opening track, 'Electric Chair' is (almost) classic Stooges - perhaps a little less subtle, if The Stooges could ever be accused of subtlety. The tracks with The Trolls are perfect sixties-tinged, psychedelic trudges through Iggy's psyche. Which, basically, consists of women sex and sex with women. And stuff.
Then he sees fit to dumb down with a bunch of kids and a bunch of older guys who still act like kids. And the difference hits you like a rattle thrown across the playroom. The reaction to Skull Ring has been mixed. Okay, it's mostly been shite. But you know, it ain't that bad. The fact that the guy's still enough is cause enough for celebration. The fact that he's still making music that's packed with more punch than a frat party should have corks popping. If only he'd realise he's way more credible than Sum 41 will ever, the world will be a better place, and this would have been a better album.