An album I listened to all the time before I went down the rabbit hole (i.e. started this project), its brilliance shines more brightly next to many more pedestrian records from 1973.
Johnny Marr said of guitarist James Williamson in The Guardian "he's both demonic and intellectual, almost how you would imagine Darth Vader to sound if he was in a band." (Quoted in the album's Wikipedia entry). Somehow the Stooges (and Bowie, who mixed the album) refined the rawer power of the earlier Stooges into something civilized but still menacing.