
The Heads’ chaotic Dionysian abandon is always tempered by a mathematical Apollonian rigour, finds Stewart Lee
When Iggy Pop sang “Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell” on The Stooges’ 1973 swan song Raw Power, he anticipated the anti-romantic punk era nihilism that was to see future Brexit fan John Lydon describe love as “two minutes and fifty-two seconds of squelching noises.” Fifty three years later Bristol’s immortal space-garage psychonauts The Heads may still be sculpting their sonic monuments with some of the same flint axes initially fashioned by The Stooges, but rather than being petty and personal, their disgust is profound and existential. For The Heads, on what they claim is their final album, our whole pretty place is going…
The post Twilight of the Idols: Yourprettyplaceisgoingtohell by The Heads appeared first on The Quietus.








