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Iggy Pop
Naughty Little Doggie
(Virgin)
Wayne Kramer
Dangerous Madness
(Epitaph)

As punk rock's generational cycle spins ever onward, with last week's angry young thing replaced by this week's rabble-rousing shaver, it's reassuring to know that two of the music's fortysomething architects are still around spewing bile and caustic protest like the grumpy old men no one ever thought they would live to become. Former MC5 guitarist/songwriter Wayne Kramer follows his 1995 masterwork The Hard Stuff with the equally amazing Dangerous Madness, while Iggy Pop -- punk's forever godfather since his broken-glass days with the Stooges 30 years ago -- checks in with the edgy Naughty Little Doggie.

Iggy's been knocking out solo records for most of the thirteen years separating Doggie and Raw Power, the 1973 onslaught that heralded punk's youth as it terminated his tenure with the Stooges. There've been some good records (1977's double whammy of The Idiot and Lust for Life, New Values from '79), some bad ones (all of 'em from '80 to '88), and some that came to life, if only for one song ('93's American Caesar, for example, with its monster reworking of "Louie Louie"). Doggie, though, is something else -- a biting and bitchy statement of personal rage and focused indignation laced with compassion ("Outta My Head") and sleazy humor ("Pussy Walk"). "I Wanna Live" is a manifesto of ego and survival, "Knucklehead" skewers the mod cons of mid-Nineties life, and "Innocent World" yearns for a time and place that Iggy knows was anything but. Through it all, his crunch-rock quartet, the Fuckups, led by guitarist/co-songwriter Eric Mesmerize, give Iggy the pounding and driving accompaniment he's needed for years.

Wayne Kramer's Dangerous Madness is a cranky and stomping affair that reiterates the passions and concerns of his '95 Epitaph debut The Hard Stuff. Rather than resorting to the revolutionary sloganeering of the MC5, Kramer's solo work offers detailed snapshots of urban decay and internal confusion, punctuated by his squawking and squealing guitar runs. And like the modern Iggy, Kramer (with the songwriting assistance of rock scribe Mick Farren) has found a way to turn his bitching into glorious and anthemic rock and roll, from the blue-collar autobio "Back to Detroit" to "Something Broken in the Promised Land," a gristly and chilling rewrite of Chuck Berry's similarly titled '64 classic.

By John Floyd

The Freewheelers
Waitin' For George
(American)

At long last the Freewheelers are back, with an album full of joyous music for people not afraid to move their asses. The band's 1991 debut featured an incomparable ode to Oedipal lust called "Thinkin' 'Bout Your Mother." But the quintet subsequently jumped labels, shifted personnel, and spent a year or so waiting for ace producer George Drakoulias to finish up his work on the Jayhawks' Tomorrow the Green Grass.

The cheekily titled Waitin' For George wastes no time establishing a loud-and-proud sound: Luther Russell's sandpaper baritone and wiry guitar sail over a swirling Hammond B-3 organ, tinkling piano fills, and a chugging rhythm section, while three Motown-approved tootsies serve up some wailing back-up vocals. The dual keyboards lend the 'Wheelers a New Orleans-style melodic lushness -- a decadence, really -- that is fully in keeping with Russell's hedonistic lyricism. A sampling of his subject matter? Well, "Walkin' Funny" is about being too drunk to ambulate; "Ghost of Tchoupitoulas St." is a booze-and-bong-inspired vision of the Big Sleazy; "My Little Friend" is about -- yes -- the frontman's peter.

To his credit, Russell is also capable of writing music that aims above the neck. "(Chico's Sellin') Maps to the Stars" is the mordant chronicle of an underemployed Los Angelino: "Chico sits on Sunset/Crouchin' in a gray chaise longue/Sunday drivin' Monday/He gets what he can scrounge." Meanwhile, "What's the Matter, Ruth" is a raw-voiced lament that would fit comfortably in the Steve Marriott oeuvre.

One word of warning, amid deserved praise: The pace rarely slows during the thirteen songs collected here. With Russell yelling, the instruments blaring, and the rhythms coming fast and furious, this is mood music for a blowout, not chill time.

BY Steven Almond

Angelo Badalamenti
The City of Lost Children Soundtrack
(Point Music)

Funny how movies and CDs are different: When a movie is popular, it never leaves the theater, but when a CD is unpopular, it never leaves the store. In spite of hype from director Terry Gilliam (who, judging from his latest effort, 12 Monkeys, knows an overstimulated movie when he makes one), French filmmakers Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro's The City of Lost Children didn't hang around in art theaters for very long. Will the soundtrack album suffer the opposite fate? One hopes not.

Some film scores don't stand up without the film's images. Here is the opposite case: Angelo Badalamenti's score makes an even deeper impression when it is freed from the film's endless visual assaults. There are three main themes: a sinister organ-grinder's tune, a mournful melody titled "Who Will Take My Dreams Away?" that is sung over the end credits by Marianne Faithfull. and a Main Title with drooping harmonies and scoring for divided strings that recalls the classic film work of Bernard Herrmann.

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