COURTESY OF WWW.TRAKMARX.COM 'The Death Trip Supernova Of The Stooges'- "1969 and you're 15 years old. For the previous three years you've been swamped in lysergic symphonies, marathon guitar solos (even worse: drum solos) and blissful acoustic drippie-droning about pixies and bed-sits. The raw garage thrash that careered out of the '64 UK R&B explosion seem like a distant memory. Even the Stones had a touch of blurred vision in '67 before getting back to blues basics on Beggars Banquetmore

*COURTESY OF WWW.TRAKMARX.COM* 'The Death Trip Supernova Of The Stooges'--- "1969 and you're 15 years old. For the previous three years you've been swamped in lysergic symphonies, marathon guitar solos (even worse: drum solos) and blissful acoustic drippie-droning about pixies and bed-sits. The raw garage thrash that careered out of the '64 UK R&B explosion seem like a distant memory. Even the Stones had a touch of blurred vision in '67 before getting back to blues basics on Beggars Banquet. In '69, there were only mavericks, madmen and geniuses to rely on, like Jimi, the Doors, Beefheart and Tim Buckley, maybe the Velvet Underground if they survived. It would be a few more months before Mott The Hoople came along to sow the seeds of UK punk rock. Then, one Sunday afternoon in August 1969, John Peel was doing his radio show. He was excited - and not about the Woodstock Festival raging that weekend either. Peely had just got a new import on Elektra Records that he wanted to play. Maybe we were expecting some folk-rock like label-mates Earth Opera. On the other hand, this was the label that had unleashed the Doors and released the first MC5 album the previous March. John's new hot biscuit was by a group called the Stooges and the track was 'Little Doll'. I know this because I wrote it down in FUCKING GREAT BIG LETTERS on the back of an acid-rock poster I was trying to paint. Buzzsaw guitar riff, Bo Diddley beat mutant, waywardly aggressive bassline and this bloke crooning: "Liddel doll ah can't forget, smokin' on a cigarette." That was Iggy Pop. Spitting, snarling but offhand and blank at the same time. Like he didn't care. It reminded me of a depraved, less-musical Doors - without the organ. The Seeds and the Standells were in there too. I had to get this album. And did [when I finally managed to track down a copy].