Every Loser – Iggy Pop (Atlantic/Gold Tooth)
"Thе problem with life is that it stops..."
Man, it used to piss me off when every fucking trendy ‘90s slacker rich kid got a "LOSER" T shirt in the Seattle era and that rich fucking showbiz kid, Beck, got to have a big hit calling himself a "LOSER". Ya know?
Cause I was a dropout and a dishwasher with a fat lip and broken glasses-they'd never, never hire me at the Goth boutique where the poser rich kids all worked. The abusive record store owner just gave me shit every day until I quit. All these doofy squares who never even really liked music, until the monopolies played "Teen Spirit" every five minutes for five years, so now they were suddenly all "Alternative", they also gave me shit everyday, because they felt entitled to, 'cause their rich Republikkkan parents owned everything in town.
Atom have been playing around Melbourne for several years, and this is partly the result. I say 'partly' because I know they have other songs up their sleeves (and a few deft covers), and also because they're most engaging live, drawing you in like a nurse soothes a muscle-man pretending he doesn't have a fear of needles.
Those of you alert to the ways of the musical underground will recognise at once that this is another brainchild of Harry Howard and Edwina Preston. With the first track, 'Run Out', we're right there in that cut-up era Harry and Ed have created for themselves (somewhere between 1958 and 1989, it seems). In a different place and time, they'd have John Peel thrashing Atom's every B-side while turfing The Cure and The Mission sessions into the archives.
Everybody's heard the rumors about a seedy gang of leather clad strangers seen obscenely strutting up and down the boardwalk, right around the time that all those teenagers started going missing from the amusement park and comic book shop, on the shore, like some ageless, ’80s hellraisers, who refuse to die.
Some believe those kids joined some hard partying Ricky Kasso hesher-cult, many have even claimed some second hand knowledge of a fire flickering batcave filled with opium den antiques and gypsy tapestries and a big blacklight poster of Jim Morrison, reptiles abounding...
I, personally, suspect it's all just a big conspiracy theory, the stuff of urban myth, bored kids with overactive imaginations, who have spent to much time watching zombie-hunter shows on cable, reading that "Twilight" book series, and chatting about Slenderman and Bigfoot and Anne Rice stuff, online.