I recently ran into this review of the Stooges from the Ann Arbor Argus. It ran in the April 14-25 issue in 1969.
Here it is
The Stooges at last report were off to New York recording with the help of John Cale of the Velvet Underground for Electra. I'm glad to hear that they are connected with the Velvet Underground. Lou Reed of the group says he likes rock ' cause it's loud and it's repetitive and it's loud and it's repetitive and it's loud...'
Well, that's the Stooges. Their songs are just two or three chords repeated over and over. And a solo means the guitarist jumps up and down on the wah-wah pedal. I can't really imagine them doing an album. But... in person it's something else. Because there's Iggy! And the music of the rest of the group sets him off perfectly. Iggy is presumably the singer, but mostly he makes faces, dances furiously, abuses his body, leaps on people in the audience, crawls up the mike stand, wriggles, wriggles and more.
He's the height of perversity: i.e., he's beautiful, he's unique. I really enjoy watching him cavort. The songs are great, about The Secret Storm, Asthma Attack, Piss in Your Face, Spiders, etc., although it's real hard to hear the words. Well, we'll get to hear them on the album when it comes out, but you get a feel for the lyrics when watching the band because of Iggy's interpretative dancing. They don't get to play too many clubs because of asinine things like obscenity laws, prurient interest, people who get grossed out and other such trash. I thought all those things died with Queen Victoria. And yet people are complaining about something as comparatively timely as Jim Morrison. Ah well, Iggy's time will come.