Iggy and The Stooges
Better Than... your nightly ab workout.
If there was something to be learned from Thursday night's sold out Iggy Pop and The Stooges show, it's that dynamism knows no age. At 64, Pop may not be quite as agile as he once was, but he sure as hell ain't slowing down, and on stage he's as bizarrely captivating as ever.
Before The Stooges made their entrance, the Palladium and its drink lines were swarming with L.A.'s leather clad elite. Openers Le Butcherettes were quickly able to capitalize.
It didn't take long for the trio to capture the attention of the then-near-capacity crowd, thanks in no small part to frontwoman Teri Gender Bender. The petite powerhouse (and dead ringer for The Craft-era Fairuza Balk) appeared in signature punk regalia -- stockings, a dollish dress, and an apron covered in blood. She busted some twisted dance moves -- high kicks, arm flails, and one purposefully disastrous handstand -- and went all sinister operatic on "Dress Off."
She also danced with and serenaded the top half of a male mannequin. The mix of chaotic theatrics and punky noise rock worked wonders, and likely gained these three youngsters new fans in the process.
Shirtless and as abnormally ripped as ever, he launched into "Raw Power" without hesitation, jumping and noodling his torso like a tanned fish out of water. It wasn't more than two songs before he was sailing into the crowd. By the fifth he had fans scaling barricades and dodging security guards to join him onstage. And by the time "I Wanna Be Your Dog" hit, the floor's multigenerational circle pit had grown to engulf nearly half the crowd.