Variety | ‘Gimme Danger’ Review


When you watch the great rock & rollers (Mick Jagger, Jim Morrison, Johnny Rotten, Prince, Elvis), it’s easy to feel that each of them has a wild animal inside, a jubilant — or angry — erotic exhibitionist demon. Starting in the late ’60s, Iggy Pop was that animal. He was the rock & roll id fully exposed for the first time — not just wild but naked, an imp of fury, truly and defiantly out of control, leaping and stage-diving and crawling and prostrating himself, a rock god who looked like he’d slithered out of the gutter and was now going to sacrifice himself on the altar of anarchy.

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