LETTERS
Dear Creem: The review of the Stooges’ album in your last issue was insulting to the intelligence of even your most small-minded readers. To make excuses like “this may be the guitar style of the future” for a group which is instrumentally deficient is inexcusable.
LETTERS
Dear Creem:
The review of the Stooges’ album in your last issue was insulting to the intelligence of even your most small-minded readers. To make excuses like “this may be the guitar style of the future” for a group which is instrumentally deficient is inexcusable.
To say that Iggy is cast in the mold of Jim Morrison or Mick Jagger is ridiculous. He’s not even cute. His nauseating contortion, the result of what perverted amount of drug use one can only imagine, can only appeal to juvenile or really deep-down sick minds.
The Stooges don’t play music, they are just involved in playing games the rest of us outgrew years ago. Yes, some of us have matured and become more sophisticated than the “horny American youth whose fantasies he summarizes.” It’s not the purpose of the Stooges to allow the audience to vent their frustrations upon them; those who come to hear music, not see a comedy revue, can only be frustrated by the groups suggestive routine. Suggestive of not only
mental imbalance but of being coy and cute.