The Stooges'  first album was produced by a classically trained composer; their second  was supervised by the former keyboard player with the  Kingsmen, and if that didn't make all the difference, it at least  indicates why Fun House was a step in the right direction.  Producer Don  Gallucci took the approach that the Stooges were a powerhouse live  band, and their best bet was to recreate the band's live set with as  little fuss as possible. As a result, the production on Fun House  bears some resemblance to the  Kingsmen's version of "Louie Louie" -- the sound is smeary and  bleeds all over the place, but it packs the low-tech wallop of a concert  pumped through a big PA, bursting with energy and immediacy. The  Stooges were also a much stronger band this time out; Ron  Asheton's blazing minimalist guitar gained little in the way of  technique since The  Stooges, but his confidence had grown by a quantum leap as he  summoned forth the sounds that would make him the hero of proto-punk  guitarists everywhere, and the brutal pound of drummer Scott  Asheton and bassist Dave  Alexander had grown to heavyweight champion status. And Fun  House is where Iggy  Pop's mad genius first reached its full flower; what was a sneer on  the band's debut had grown into the roar of a caged animal desperate  for release, and his rants were far more passionate and compelling than  what he had served up before. The  Stooges may have had more "hits," but Fun House has  stronger songs, including the garage raver to end all garage ravers in  "Loose," the primal scream of "1970," and the apocalyptic anarchy of  "L.A. Blues." Fun House is the ideal document of the Stooges at  their raw, sweaty, howling peak.AMG Review by  Mark Deming
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