Primal
Scream are dangerous. Primal Scream Shoot Speed and Kill Light.
Primal Scream drive Ford Challengers into the American night and
don't stop 'til Cuba. Primal Scream wear pilot helmets in public.
Primal Scream include a postcard with a jailed Asian man's beat up
face on it inside the CD box for you to sign and return to add to
their petition for his release, like you actually care. This may all
be absolutely FOR REAL but the bottom line is when you listen to
this album it will smack you round the room like it owns your sorry
ass, pick you up, let you catch your breath and then come back at
you with a baseball bat twice as relentlessly. It's dispassionately
passionate, it's brutal, it's nihilistic and it rocks like a barrel
of monkeys being pumped full of lead by a twelve gauge shotgun. If
the revolution will be televised Primal Scream want the soundtrack
rights. Argue with them and get ready to pick up your teeth with
broken fingers. It's the music that says this and not the public
image and that's what matters. In the end.
In some ways it carries on where the last album, Vanishing Point,
left off only the themes have shifted from a low grade road movie to
something akin to the Wagner fueled chopper sequence in Apocalypse
Now spliced randomly with the last five minutes of Taxi Driver. Also
the sole directions "Faster" and "More intense"
have been applied as George Lucas did on the set of Star Wars, most
likely the only thing Bobby Gillespie is ever going to have in
common with the much loved movie mogul and merchandising magnate.
Swastika Eyes is doubtful to be featured on the end credits of
Episode 2: The Rise Of The Black Helmet. Shame really. Elsewhere
XTRMNTR crackles with distinctly Joy Division influenced moments on
Exterminator and aircraft hangar sound experiment rock outs. The
insane Accelerator and the MBV Arkestra Remix of If They Move Kill 'Em
tear out the pages of every rule book there's ever been for anything
and stare right through you in the process. You will feel battered
but awake. You will want to put it on again immediately after the
first listen. You will enjoy this record. Or else.
Go and get it immediately. Parents and neighbours alike will love
you for it. Especially when played at maximum velocity.
Primal
Scream are dangerous. Primal Scream Shoot Speed and Kill Light.
Primal Scream drive Ford Challengers into the American night and
don't stop 'til Cuba. Primal Scream wear pilot helmets in public.
Primal Scream include a postcard with a jailed Asian man's beat up
face on it inside the CD box for you to sign and return to add to
their petition for his release, like you actually care. This may all
be absolutely FOR REAL but the bottom line is when you listen to
this album it will smack you round the room like it owns your sorry
ass, pick you up, let you catch your breath and then come back at
you with a baseball bat twice as relentlessly. It's dispassionately
passionate, it's brutal, it's nihilistic and it rocks like a barrel
of monkeys being pumped full of lead by a twelve gauge shotgun. If
the revolution will be televised Primal Scream want the soundtrack
rights. Argue with them and get ready to pick up your teeth with
broken fingers. It's the music that says this and not the public
image and that's what matters. In the end.