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Iggy Pop's 10 craziest duets

Iggy Pop's 10 craziest duetsby JR Moores



Since his days fronting proto-punk heroes The Stooges, through his creative dalliances with the likes of David Bowie, to hanging out with a puppet for those insurance adverts, collaboration has long been a key asset of Iggy Pop's career. To celebrate the release of his new album with Josh Homme – Post Pop Depression, out 18 March – here are 10 notable Iggy Pop duets; the good, the bad and the outright bizarre.

Candy (with Kate Pierson of The B52's)

Kate Pierson is more widely known for her appearance on REM's Shiny Happy People, a song so abominably cheerful it should be legally confined to children's birthday parties. Here, Pierson helps Iggy to expose not only his naked torso (as usual) but also his more sensitive side. Channelling memories of an old girlfriend, Pop's narrator remains haunted by lost love. Singing from the woman's perspective, Pierson expresses similar sentiments of hole-in-her-heart regret. Aw, bless. (Speculation that the song is actually about a prostitute is largely unfounded.)

Did You Evah (with Debbie Harry)

If you came across a solitary man who was sitting in a graveyard, staring at his own palm which was crawling with ants, you probably wouldn't think, "Now there's someone I'd like to hang out with". That's one of the many reasons why you (and I) aren't as cool as Deborah Harry. Soon enough, Iggy and Debbie are off buying dog food together, feeding animals and robbing banks. And which other twosome could pull off this Cole Porter tune in such style? Certainly not Robbie Williams, whose own version featured the nasal-voiced comedian Jon Lovitz, for no apparent reason whatsoever.

Kick It (with Peaches)

There's a terrifying zombie outbreak in this video. What's the best course of action? For the taboo-busting electroclash icon Peaches, it's to have a shouty argument with Iggy Pop about who's the most bad-ass, peppered with references to their old hits, S&M and pubic hair. Despite their sexual bickering, Peaches and Pop prove victorious over the undead hordes, just like at the end of no zombie film ever.

Little Know It All (with Sum 41)

Iggy has inspired generation after generation of punk rockers and he's worked with many of them too, though perhaps he should draw the line somewhere. He was already pushing it by inviting pop-punk darlings Green Day to appear on his 2003 album Skull Ring. But Sum 41 as well? That's like mixing the earthiest, peatiest single malt whiskey with a can of Diet Fanta. For this Letterman performance of their single, Pop roamed around the studio, wiggling his elderly bottom and aggressively pointing his finger in the chat show host's face. Alas, even that wasn't enough to rescue this upsetting piece of cheese-flavoured bubblegum.

La Uva (with Le Butcherettes)

Le Butcherettes are a Mexican garage punk group fronted by the enviably-named Teri Gender Bender. The psychedelic style of this track, however, is more like a rockier take on The Beatles' Tomorrow Never Knows. Iggy struggles a little with the foreign-language lyrics, carefully following Gender Bender's pronunciation and sticking his tongue out when he goes a bit awry. "Cool," Iggy says to his singing partner at the end of the session, "you got a nice voice." What a sweetie. He even managed to keep his top on for three whole minutes.

La Dernière Pluie (with Emmanuelle Seigner)

His Mexican might be on the ropey side but Pop is quite the formidable Francophile. His underrated solo album Préliminaires (2009) was inspired by The Possibility Of An Island by enfant terrible novelist Michel Houellebecq and included a cover of the French jazz standard Les Feuilles Mortes. Iggy has also sung with Françoise Hardy (in English) but on this seductive ballad with Emmanuelle Seigner he croons amorously like a true Parisian, revelling in his ongoing, if maturing, joie de vivre (lust for life).

Mars Is For Martians (with The Boss Martians)

Iggy Pop won't be confined to singing subversive lyrics or saucy lyrics or French or Mexican lyrics. Oh no. He's game for singing terrible lyrics as well. Here he is hooking up with throwback Seattle group The Boss Martians for the garage rock equivalent of one of those Sesame Street alphabet songs. "I is for Islam/J is for Jesus/K is for Kinky..." L is for letting yourself be cajoled into singing on any old rubbish, Iggy.

Dirty Love (with Ke$ha)

Whenever I'm at the club I like to approach the DJ and request any song by the artist 'Ke-dollar-sign-ha'. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the DJ will inform me that I've just made a joke of such monumental unoriginality that it even featured in the TV show Glee approximately five years ago. A sympathetic DJ might then play Dirty Love for me and my embarrassment will be washed away in a tidal wave of bawdy euphoria as Iggy and Ke$ha trade lines about getting frisky between the sheets.

Nothin' But Time (with Cat Power)

Iggy Pop doesn't turn up until about halfway through this 11-minute epic by cult ivory-tinkling songwriter Cat Power. It's definitely worth the wait, though. Musically, the track is influenced by the peerless records that Bowie and Iggy made together in late-70s Berlin. Lyrically, it's more like Cat Power's take on Hey Jude. And if your heartstrings haven't been tugged by the time he appears, Iggy's godlike growling will really get your goosebumps growing.

Christmas Wrapping (with Kylie Minogue)

It's hard to decide who was the more unlikely collaborator on Kylie Minogue's 2015 Christmas album: the unfeasibly successful TV host James Corden, Iggy 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' Pop, or Frank Sinatra, who we all thought had been dead for 20 years. Iggy mutters, chuckles and politely yelps over this cheery cover of The Waitresses' yuletide classic. Towards the end, he resorts to championing his winter sporting skills. "Yeah, I can ski. I don't look like I ski? Well, I can ski just fine," he boasts. That should be the concept for his next LP, featuring the songs Snow Fun, I'm Snowboard and Your Pretty Face Is Going To Helsinki.