“DO YOU LONG to have your mind blown open so wide that it will take weeks for you to pick up the little, bitty pieces?” Charles Burton asked in his Rolling Stone review of the Stooges’ second album, the 1970 proto-punk holy grail Fun House, all but daring readers to give it a spin. Since Fun House came out over 50 years ago, the album’s seven tracks — from the grimy stomp of “Down on the Street,” “Loose,” and “T.V. Eye” to the sinister slither of “Dirt,” the wild shimmy of “1970,” the leering minimalism of the title song, and the free-noise meltdown of “L.A. Blues” — have had that same shattering effect on generations of listeners.