Bobby Gillespie's still staying up all night but now it's because there's a baby in the house. Otherwise, it's all systems go for Primal Scream at their bunker hq - Witnness cometh, Mani's back and Kate Moss, Kevin Shields, Robert Plant and AndrewWeatherall all feature on the groundbreaking evil high
We could squabble over the Mercury Music Prize shortlist until the cows come home, but this year has seen some unfathomable omissions. For instance, how come Primal Scream’s Xtrmntr, a career high and easily the equal of 1991’s Mercury-winning Screamadelica, gets ignored in favour of their buddies Death In Vegas muscular but somewhat overrated Contino Sessions.
Primal Scream bandmate Kevin Shields may be complaining about the neighbours, but Mani hasn’t thrown the towel in yet. He tells us why things are looking up for the Scream.
Schooled in proper rock star etiquette, Primal Scream behave precisely as gentlemen drawn to their profession ought to with a big young-dumb-and-full-of-cum sound to match.
The Radio look a lot more compelling and fully-formed than they sound. There’s those four axe-wielders strung across the front of the stage, clad all in black, along with two stunning female singers, flanked by two slightly more intense fellas. Visually, it’s intriguing. But tonight’s performance lacks both the conviction and sense of implacable cool necessary to provide the look with the correct context.
