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Primal Scream "Boogie Disease"

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

As lightening strikes, each member instantly atomises and becomes assimilated into their recording equipment, destined to play forever future rock n roll. Radical critiques of American foreign policy with a good beat that you can dance to are few and far between. When it comes to the union of politics and dance music, most practitioners have an Adornoesque aversion to the body-movin’ efficacy of rapturous, four-to-the-floor beats. In concept, the disc starts out beautifully. An abstract, truly psychedelic record, it rages woozily across the cranial dance floor, pinballing between mind fucks, genre hops and drug trips. Paranoid, edgy, jagged, ugly, filthy ragged lo fi FUCK music. But fate, as it just so happens, is entirely too cruel, and that goes double for Primal Scream who, at this late stage in their careers, find themselves in desperate need of yet another revision. I can’t believe they went back to their old sound. Uh…which? And whose was it originally? None of the tracks sound like the Stones anyway. The tunes aren’t too bad but the lyrics are quite embarrassing. Bobby’s just raided his fave old records and stolen the lyrics (just like the old days).

“Boogie Disease” (mp3)

Primal Scream.

ELSEWHERE: Status evaluates Indianapolis suburbanite rapper Rhymefest’s looooong overdue debut…er…leak:

Rhymefest’s voice is a thick, husky lisp, not immediately arresting but strong and nimble enough to sink in (Nick says Common imitating Redman, I say GZA), and he attacks the mic with such a joyous gusto that he makes his stuff register through sheer force of will.

And Sean has the Arcade Fire’s Will Butler over for a discussion of Czech rock. Nominee for post of the year.

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