If The Stooges of 1969 was the bloody birth, then Fun House was The Stooges’ terrible twos: more in control, more pissed off, and in full blown discovery of an identity independent of their creator’s (in this analogy, Mama Doors, Papa ’60s garage, and Grandpa Stones). Pounding, sprawling, and thirsting, Iggy, Alexander, and the Ashetons went straight for the loose nerve slightly exposed in their previous work and ripped it wide open. Released in 1970, a year that saw The Bealtes, The Monkees, and Simon and Garfunkel dissolve to make way for The Doobie Brothers, Electric Light Orchestra, and Queen, Fun House couldn’t help but sound ahead of it’s time and Asheton could never have been called anything less than ‘revolutionary’. A title well deserved for a man well missed.
(See yesterday’s No Fun: Ron Asheton’s Death Trip, Part 1 for more.)
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