Do not be alarmed by the heaving crowds, the sweaty intermingling of human bodies and the carefree way that Iggy Pop â a man who yesterday turned 74, placing him well and truly within the ranks of the clinically vulnerable â seems to have no qualms about getting up close and personal with the audience. Though streamed on Iggyâs birthday last night, this gig was actually filmed two years ago, the second of two shows at the Sydney Opera House and a good eight months before COVID-19 pounced into our consciousness.
As a time machine into the way things were, itâs a beautiful thing. Bounding onto the stage to âI Wanna Be Your Dogâ, his leopard print jacket lasting approximately a minute-and-a-half before itâs peeled off, revealing his infamous hairless torso, Iggy Pop canât help but grin. Heâs been doing this for well over half a century now and still â still â the people come in their thousands to see those loose gyrations from a body made of veins like spaghetti.
Heâs not backed by the all-star backing band that he took on the road for 2016âs ‘Post Pop Depression’, but who needs Joshua Homme and Matt Helders when youâve got a man in his 70s singing about the joys of S&M? In fact, that album is ignored entirely in favour of a great, giddy gallop through Iggyâs greatest hits; solo and Stooges and a glammy cover of his good mate Bowieâs âThe Jean Genieâ thrown in for good measure. Thereâs even a brass section, making everything that more soulful, at times coming on like an X-rated Otis Redding revue.
After an impressive run through âLust For Lifeâ, âThe Passengerâ and âSome Weird Sinâ â during which Iggy toasts the crowd with a giant golden goblet, as befitting of the godfather of punk â the brutal thrum of â1969â kicks up. âNow letâs get down and dirty!â yells Iggy as his fingers jump to his belt, which he unbuckles before gesturing to his flies. Is he⊠going to get his knob out? Though he may well have done 50 years previously, itâs a no show tonight. Instead he ends the song sweetly blowing kisses.
After a year of watching earnest, but somewhat lonely looking rock stars gigging in empty venues online, itâs almost as much of a pleasure watching the people in the crowd as it is Iggy. With wonderful foresight, Iggy insists that the house lights are kept on throughout, so we can see every grin, every twinkling eye and every triumphant punch of the air from the pit. âGet up here and dance with me!â he urges during âNo Funâ. Roughly 50 fans do as theyâre told. The stage invasion continues through âDown on The Streetâ, the fans lurching and jerking as Iggy surveys the scene â once and always a master of it all.

Iggy pop played:
âI Wanna Be Your Dogâ
âGimme Dangerâ
âThe Passengerâ
âLust for Lifeâ
âSkull Ringâ
âI’m Sick of Youâ
âSome Weird Sinâ
âSearch and Destroyâ
âT.V. Eyeâ
âMass Productionâ
âThe Jean Genieâ
â1969â
âNo Funâ
âDown on the Streetâ
âReal Cool Timeâ
âNightclubbingâ
âSixteenâ
âFive Foot Oneâ
âReal Wild Child (Wild One)â
âRed Right Handâ
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