There’s not an ounce of fat on these eight, energised tracks. Everything is sharpened by the awareness of mortality and there is alchemy’s in Pop’s ability to infuse such resignation with real electricity.
Underscored by high-octane tunes, Post Pop Depression runs the gamut from quiet introspection to brash rebellion — and stands tall as some of Pop’s most essential work in years.
A bit more of such, er, raw power in place of a few overworked moments would've made Post Pop Depression pretty much perfect.
Post Pop Depression finds Pop obsessed with his own legacy and exit (from the planet and the industry).
Post Pop Depression isn't the sound of an acclaimed artist seamlessly slipping away, but a wild animal screaming with all his might into the night — perhaps, if he's to be believed, for the last time.
On his awesomely gnarled 17th solo album, he plays the low-rent elder statesman, a spectacularly scuzzball Leonard Cohen still snarling, still hoping to get his rocks off.
Occasionally, Homme, Fertita, and Helders impress, but more often than not, Iggy’s sidemen are unremarkable, which only serves to highlight how commanding the rock n’ roll singer still is at age 68.
The lyrics here are some of the finest Iggy has ever written, perfectly balancing out a more morbid line of thought than he’s followed before with an undiminished lust for late life.
Pop has suggested that Post Pop Depression may be his last album, and if that's true, it wraps up his career with a strong and atypical work.
Post Pop Depression is unremittingly bleak; a meditation on mortality and regret which ... offers no soft-focus reverb, and precious little comfort either side of the grave.
Post Pop Depression is every bit as startling, both in sound, and end-of-days openness.
Post Pop Depression feels like salt in an open wound. The only thing more frustrating about the thought of Iggy leaving the game is the ample proof he’s left behind that he can still deliver the goods.
Post-Pop Depression is a study in bare-bones ’70s rock. The pace and style favors Pop’s throbbing monotone, which blankets each song with a warmth that’s both haunting and familiar.
Post Pop Depression seeks to deliver a proper send-off for Iggy the songwriter and pop pioneer.
Thanks in no small part to the significant contribution of Homme, the shirtless rocker has created his best work since his early Bowie collaborations. It seems only right that Iggy should end his long career on such a high.
Musically, the album is certainly not the Queens of the Stooge Age psych-punk blowout the advance billing may have suggested and, at times, the album's ruminative nature makes you long for a little less search and a little more destroy.
Post Pop Depression is very much a man trying to find the proper context for himself, his considerable legacy, and where his shape fits in the modern world, and perhaps sounding a little lost in the process.
It’s hard to say if Homme and Pop are better served by the nine-track length or not. Post Pop Depression doesn’t feel particularly tight or focused, but neither dude is conceptual enough to really justify a larger sprawl.
He seems caught in a place between wizened wild child and something kookier, but he’s apparently too content to go whole hog in either direction.
It’s catchy and has some great stories nestling in there - ‘Post Pop Depression’ gets its hooks into you gradually with each listen.
This is a tired, midtempo modern rock album that’s generally listenable, great in seconds-long flashes, and often execrable.
Veteran punk legend Iggy Pop teams up with modern rock renegade Josh Homme for a revivalist stoner/hard-rock experience on Post Pop Depression. While the iconic singer/songwriter seems to be up front on the record (and in pretty good shape), the other members of the newly founded group seem like little more than disposable pieces in the grand scheme. Even though Homme is largely known for his powerful performances and blazing guitar-riffs that usually carry a lot of personality, on this record ... read more
Nice to heae Iggy still rocking in his old age.
Best Track: Sunday
Worst Track: Paraguay
Each guest did their part great and in their own style. Hell, some song sections sound eerily similar to Queens of the Stone Age. It's Iggy's record at the end of the day (and it still certainly feels like it) but that collab was a damn excellent idea!
Kinda a strange listen the first time I experienced it, but it grew on me more and more I listened to it. Really like how casual yet artsy it all feels.
I'm starting to think Iggy's solo stuff just isn't really for me. But I do like Josh Homme, so points there.
1 | Break Into Your Heart 3:54 | 86 |
2 | Gardenia 4:14 | 92 |
3 | American Valhalla 4:38 | 91 |
4 | In the Lobby 4:14 | 78 |
5 | Sunday 6:06 | 85 |
6 | Vulture 3:15 | 83 |
7 | German Days 4:47 | 79 |
8 | Chocolate Drops 3:58 | 76 |
9 | Paraguay 6:25 | 87 |
#1 | / | Rough Trade |
#6 | / | MOJO |
#8 | / | Gigwise |
#8 | / | NME |
#9 | / | The Independent |
#10 | / | Diffuser |
#14 | / | Louder Than War |
#15 | / | Time Out London |
#21 | / | Q Magazine |
#23 | / | FLOOD |