8 August 2025

Last Monday, at Lokerse Feesten in Belgium, the 78-year-old IGGY POP
was sandwiched between Irish adult kicks The Undertones, old punk roses
The Damned and the legendary bollocks named Sex Pistols fronted, not by
Johnny Forgotten, as you all should know by now, but by podium animal and
rattlesnake Frank Carter.

A though just popped up: if you add up the age of all those guys
individually, what would be the outcome, one or two centuries?

Age is just a number, that’s what all those old-timers (mind you, Pop had some young(er) musicians to back him up) showed us. Over the years, age results in craftsmanship, stage presence and live experience.

Close your eyes, imagine that only 18-year-olds were there on that podium, you certainly would tell your mates, who weren’t interested in so-called has-beens, that you witnessed some of the best new sharp-cutting punk bands in ages. Yes, perception is a weird, misleading mindfucker. Of course, they would laugh their tits off. Fuck ’em.

They didn’t see Iggy Pop. I did, along with 10.000 jacked-up people (a colorful mix of
3 generations). He was just PHENOMENAL, backed by a PHENOMENAL band (that
always helps, of course) featuring two fabulous guitarists, Yeah Yeah Yeahs‘ Nick Zinner
and Las Nubes‘ Ale Campos, badass bassist Matt Sweeney , bulletproof drummer Urian Hackney (The Armed, Rough Francis), a trumpet and trombone player and a keyboardist.
The loudest artillery I ever saw him perform with.

The earthshaking wall-of-raw-power sound Iggy‘s troops developed for the full 65 minutes (long live short in-your-face festival sets) was no less than jaw-dropping. Of course, when
I tell you that half of the set were acid-doped Stooges classics it explains a lot about the huge amount of decibels that shook the whole site. Add blockbusters The Passenger, Lust For Life and Nightclubbing and you should know by now that we all got a mind-blowing night.

The unquestionable star was that skinny man in the middle who, despite a severely
limp left leg, moves like a hungry hyena, leaves the stage to meet and greet his adoring fans, and most of all, whose iconic spit and sneer voice still has the immense capability to dominate the whole rock jamboree.

Age is a number when you are the Godfather of Punk. He left everything, just
everything on the floor, to entertain the crazy crowd. Respect! Respect! Respect!

Below here, some fan footage of ‘I wanna Be Your Dog’
Not great quality but I guess you got the idea of the
slam-bang moment.

SETLIST

T.V. Eye
(The Stooges)
Raw Power
(The Stooges)
I Got a Right
(The Stooges)
Gimme Danger
(The Stooges)
The Passenger
Lust for Life
Death Trip
(The Stooges)
I Wanna Be Your Dog
(The Stooges)
Search and Destroy
(The Stooges)
Down on the Street
(The Stooges)
1970
(The Stooges)
Some Weird Sin
Frenzy
Nightclubbing
Modern Day Rip Off
Punkrocker

All live photos shot and edited by Turn Up The Volume.