Primal Scream.

I have TWO Primal Scream DVDs on pre-order - a longer version of the rockumentary and Screamadelica live. Perhaps my enthusiasm will wane by the time they come out at the end of the month.

thought Throb leaving was to do with him not doing the same drugs as the rest of the band / favouring ones that impacted his live performance / cf Bob's comments in the box set doco about the Give Out brown period still affecting some people now

I made my own Screamadelica to help celebrate Whitsun. It has proved massively unpopular with the downloading public:

http://blindfaithandhumblepie.blogspot.com/2011/05/whitsundelica.html

Meanwhile, my Primal Scream DVDs have arrived. One of them includes a CD of the Olympiah-ah-ah-ah-ah show.

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Primal Scream have expressed their disgust at Theresa May's decision to walk off stage at the Conservative party conference on Tuesday to the sound of their hit Rocks. "How inappropriate," the band said in a statement on Wednesday.

"Didn't they research the political history of our band?" the statement continued. "Hasn't she listened to the words? Does she even know what getting your rocks off means? No. She is a Tory; how could she?"

he's one to talk having nicked her hairdo and facial expression don't think much of his blouse but

this is a thing tho isn't it, sarkozy (or his ppl, one assumes) used an mgmt song without permission a while ago at a conference

think republicans have done sthing similar before

The history of music is littered with such incidents. In 2008, the band James complained about the use of their hit Sit Down at the Labour party conference while four years earlier the Conservatives invited the censure of Keane after using Everybody's Changing in their election campaign. Earlier this year Tom Petty insisted he did not give US presidential candidate Michele Bachmann permission to use his song American Girl while in 2005 Angela Merkel enraged the Rolling Stones when she used the band's 1973 hit Angie as her campaign theme in her bid to become chancellor.

[Don't Worry, Be Happy] was used in George H. W. Bush's 1988 U.S. presidential election as Bush's 1988 official presidential campaign song, without Bobby McFerrin's permission or endorsement. In reaction, Bobby McFerrin publicly protested that particular use of his song, including stating that he was going to vote against Bush, and completely dropped the song from his own performance repertoire, to make the point even clearer.

Wasn't there a thing with Born in the USA being used in a military recruitment campaign a few years back?

Rocks is a WTF choice for an old Conservative woman to use.

"Dealers keep dealin'
Thieves keep thievin'
Whores keep whorin'
Junkies keep scorin'
and that's because of the Human Rights Act amirite?"

*ringtone plays Can's "Peking O"

Bob (for it is he): Hullo?

*muffled voice on end of phone*

Bob: McGee? Whit dae you wahnt, ya wee Orange bastard?

*muffled voice*

Bob: Whit am ah daein'? Ah'm fuckin' chillin', man, watchin' fuckin' Rastamoose.

*muffled voice*

Bob: Ye whit?

*muffled voice*

Bob: Tory Party Conference? Here, haud oan a minute, whit ur you daein' watchin' the Tory Party Conference? Huv you forgoatten mah auld man wis a staunch leftwing trade unionist and the band, Primal Scream, have played several political benefits in the course of our career, including shows in support of striking miners and Palestine?

*muffled voice*

*turns TV over, "Rocks" plays quietly in the background*

Bob: No way, man! Wait tae ah tell mah maw! She'll be fuckin' made up!

*muffled voice*

Bob: Aye... but we're oan the telly tho, in't we?

*muffled voice*

Bob: Listen Al, ah don't gie a fuck whit oor fans think, they listen tae the pish we put oan ur records, how fuckin' smart can they be?

*muffled voice*

Bob: Whit?!?!? Release a fuckin' statement? Get tae fuck! Ah'm releasin' nu'hin', man! No' unless it's been remixed by Kevin Shields first...

*muffled voice*

Bob: But...

*muffled voice*

Bob: Aye... but...

*muffled voice*

Bob: Awright, awright, ah'll fuckin' cobble some shite together aboot fuckin' big business and whit huv ye, 'n get Warner Brothers' legal department tae gie it the once ower... happy noo?

*muffled voice*

Bob: Naw, ah've no goat time tae listen tae how you discovered Oasis! Catch ye fuckin' later!

*Bob inexpertly dials a number on his mobile*

*mobile rings*

Bob: Maw? Turn the telly oan noo!

:-) missed u Boabie!

^^^^

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Bob: Maw? Turn the telly oan noo!

Maw: Aw cheers son ah luv them Dandy Warhols.

Bob: Whit? AW FUCK!

http://thequietus.com/articles/07116-primal-scream-theresa-may-rocks

his afternoon the internet has been afire with Primal Scream's righteous blasting of Theresa May for apparently using their track 'Rocks' at the Tory Conference. We actually reported this as fact, until helpful Quietus twitter follower @alcxxk sent us the footage which shows she was actually using the Dandy Warhol's 'Bohemian Like You'.

Bob: McGee, ya we rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrat!

congrats to the guardian for their scrupulous factchecking

Boab’s ‘phone rings. It’s his maw.

MAW GILLESPIE: Boaby! Ah’m so ashamed a’ yis, son. After all yir da’ an’ I telt ye aboot they Tory bastirts, and whit dae ye go an’ dae but gie them yir theme tune! Hoanest I cannae show ma face at Greggs. I always knew ye wir nae good. Nae son o’ mine goes lick-arsin’ the Tories!

BOAB: Aw maw it wisnae ma fault. It wis the publishers…

MAW: They excuses arenae gonnae work nae mair, son. It’s a DISGRACE, so it is! I bin greetin’ all lunchtime.

BOAB: But MAW…

MAW: Dinnae ye “But MAW” me! Ah picked up yir troosers tae pit in tha’ wash and thir a’ thae stains next tae pictures o’ that Theresa May an’ her shoes! Son? Frae this day oan AH HUV NAE SON!

(Slams ‘phone down)

BOAB: Aw an’ that…

(Listens to vinyl original of LaMonte Young’s Theatre of Eternal Music that he bought out of Airdrie Templeton’s in 1964 for 2/6. Rings Conservative Central Office)

CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL OFFICE RECEPTION: Aye hullo an’ that?

BOAB: Ehm, this is Boaby Gillespie ootae th’ Primal Scream, ah know ah sais boamb the Pentagon a wee while ago right enough, but any chance ah cid get a blind date wi’ yon Theresa May lassie? Ah’ve goat some rare Harmonium acetates she might be interested in; they’ve bin sittin’ in the attic firra last forty year after I swapped Ally Topp ma Super Mousse Apollo card album…

Marcello's Boab is a lot politer than mine, I must admit

Marcello's needs a remix!

turns out it was The Dandy Warhols.. doh!

http://thequietus.com/articles/07116-primal-scream-theresa-may-rocks

Cameron had the Cure playing at the end of his snoozefest of a speech... but no word from Fat Bob as yet. Talking of Bob:

(who says I've got too much time on my hands at work?)

any chance ah cid get a blind date wi’ yon Theresa May lassie?

Some days later and Bob and his new friend, the Home Secretary, are enjoying an intimate candlelit dinner at one of London's most exclusive restaurants, now read on...

THERESA: Sooooo, Robert. Tell me all about this group of yours, 'Primal Scream', it must be thrilling being in a 'rock and roll band'.
BOB: Ach well, it's no' bad, hen, ah cannae complain, ah've been daein' it fer a guid few years noo... pays the bills, helps keep the wolf fae the door... actually, that's ma wee bo-ey's name, Wolf, d'ye wahnt tae see a photie o' him?
THERESA: But of course, I'd love too!

*Bob produces mobile phone from pocket*

BOB: This is him sittin' oan a burnt oot motorcycle ootside the front close.
THERESA: Oh, he's enchanting!
BOB: Aye, but he can be a right wee cu... wee scamp at times... but that's weans fer ye, um ah right, T'resa?
THERESA: Oh absolutely, but they are a joy!
BOB: Aye, don't get me wrang, ah'm glad we hud the wee bas... boy. You goat any o' yir ain at hame, T'resa, doll?
THERESA: I married Philip John May on 6 September 1980 [citation needed]. I have no children.
BOB: Oh, right... aye... some weather we're huvin' eh?

*pause*

*awkward smiles*

BOB: Here, ye know whit?
THERESA: Hmmm?
BOB: This is a right fuckin' classy joi... aw naw, ah apologise, ah'm sorry fer the language...
THERESA: ... no no, that's perfectly all right, Robert, it's 2011 after all!
BOB: ... aw man, ah'm black affronted, so ah um!
THERESA: Oh Robert, you are blushing! How sweet!
BOB: Aye, ah know! Ah've goat a face oan me like a well-skelped erse... aw, Jeez-o, ah've done it again!
THERESA: Robert, Robert, I'm just back from the Conservative Party Conference, the language got pretty fruity there at times, let me tell you!
BOB (drawing chair closer): Aye, ah'm glad ye mentioned that, 'cos ah wis wahntin' tae know whit made ye choose "Rocks" as yer backing music in the first place.
THERESA: Oh, well I've always loved the Rolling Stones!
BOB (face darkening suddenly): Whit?
THERESA: ... or "The Stones" as I believe they are referred to by the cognoscenti...
BOB: ... but that wisnae...
THERESA: ... and one of my darling young researchers suggested using that particular track...
BOB: ... but that's no'...
THERESA: ... I mean I wasn't familiar with it at all, to be honest, and it's not exactly the best Rolling Stones track I've ever heard...
BOB: ... hey, haud oan therr...
THERESA: ... I mean it's a pretty poor facsimile of their golden period, circa "Exile On Main Street"?
BOB: ... here, that's enough o' ...
THERESA: ... it's limp self-parody at best...
BOB: GERRIT UP YE!!!!
THERESA: I'm sorry?
BOB: You heard me! Get it fuckin' up ye! Fer a start, it sounds nu'hin' like the fuckin' Stones, ya cheeky besom... an' if it does it's cos they ripped ME aff! Ah taught that fuckin' Mick Jagger aw his moves, you shoulda seen the state o' the cunt before he met me... middle class student wanker wi' a fuckin' ten foot stripey scarf wrapped roon' his scrawny neck ... fuckin' LSE... David Starkey? David Starkey? That's exackly whit Jagger wid ah turned oot like if ah hudnae set 'im right: a big jessie!. An' ye shoulda heard the music he wis intae: ah wis listenin' tae real fuckin' hardcore fuckin' rock like the Pastels, dangerous stuff, y' know? And he's listenin' tae some weak shite like Robert Johnson, cunt's no' even goat a drummer or a bass player! And as fer that wee nyaff, Richards... ah tell ye whit, fuckin' smack? Smack? The only smack he knew aboot wis the smack he goat aff his mammy when he wis late hame fer his tea! He wis aye plinkin' away oan his fuckin' guitar tryin' tae learn some Muddy Wahters or sum'hin' and ah'm like, "Holl' you, get a grip, 'err's 'Truck Train Tractor' by the Pastels, come back when ye can play as good as Brian Superstar!" Look, ye know whit, T'resa? This jist isnae workin' oot, cos' when ah saw ye oan the telly, ah thoat, "Aye, she's a bit o' awright her, ah mean, fer an auld yin"... ah even thoat ah might get a fuckin' winch aff ye at the end o' the night but, nae offence doll, up close ye're nu'hin' tae look at... in fact, nae offence, ye're fuckin' hacket! Ah've seen better lookin' burds fa'in' oot o' Clatty Pats at throwin' oot time oan a Friday night!

*stands up*

BOB: Right. Ah'm oot o' here. Joe the Toff. Offski. You can pay the fuckin' bill yersel', ye're a fuckin' Tory, ah'm sure ye can afford it... ma fuckin' da' wis right efter aw... UP THE WORKERS! (singing) "We'll keep the Red Flag fuckin' flyin' here!"

*pause*

BOB: See ye.

*Bob bolts out of restaurant*

WAITER: Madame, ze gentleman is not 'appy wiz 'is main course?
THERESA: No no...
WAITER: Per'aps 'e would like to move to a different table?
THERESA: No...
WAITER: Zere is a slight draught from...
THERESA: ... oh fucking shut up and bring me the fucking bill, turdbreath!

http://29.media.tumblr.com/HdCcKcJ5kneql8dza8Pnojq9o1_500.jpg

CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL OFFICE RECEPTION: Aye hullo an’ that?

Brilliant!

http://assets.pledgemusic.com/assets/jpgs/c1a/3af/25c/712/tab_width.jpg

I don't believe in giving money to beggars myself.

:-) missed u Boabie!

I honestly cannot tell if new music by this band is any good or not. They've completely transcended taste and value judgements. The new single starts like a crazy remix of an old Bowie song. I don't know what it is.

They have always been rubbish, but sometimes good things* have been wrought out of that inherent rubbishness.

*Screamadelica, Vanishing Point, about half of XTRMNTR.

yeap, this kind of sucks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdCraT9_wk4

I really like it!

https://twitter.com/topazos24/status/308772697867960320/photo/1

Lololololololololol. Feeb.

Mani's cool though.

yeap, this kind of sucks:

Couldn't disagree more.

Up to 1:22 in that video it's a great single.

Then the vocals let it down. I really dig BG's straightforward revolutionary doggerel on XTRMNTR and he's going for that again here but he just sounds so tired.

Sounds a bit like Maroon 5 when they rock out.

Sounds like The Bolshoi or some other late 80s corporate Beggars Banq schtick.

Maroon 5 + The Bolshoi + Momus: the new pantheon?

xpost
ouch. but sadly true.

Give Out But Don't Give Up has aged better than any of this faux krautrock shit imho (the title track, w/ george clinton on good form, is a cracker), and i regret the fact that the scream haven't written/recorded a good sad countryish ballad in years, really ever since they got such a spanking for GOBDGU. tbh, rec does also contain a track called 'Funky Jam' which is obv from the same mind that gave us 'Rock The Shack'.

incredible credits for GOBDGU the alb - must've cost them a fortune

Bobby Gillespie - lead vocals
Denise Johnson - vocals (lead vocals on "Funky Jam", "Free" and "Give Out But Don't Give Up")
George Clinton - vocals (lead vocals on "Funky Jam" and "Give Out But Don't Give Up")
Jackie Johnson - vocals
Susan Marshall - vocals
Robert Young - guitar
Andrew Innes - guitar
Martin Duffy - keyboards
Jim Dickinson - keyboards
Amp Fiddler - keyboards
Benmont Tench - keyboards
David Hood - bass
George Drakoulias - bass, drums
Henry Olsen - bass
Marco Nelson - bass
Roger Hawkins - drums
Tony Brock - drums
Phillip "Toby" Tomanov - drums
Greg Morrow - percussion
David Minnick - percussion
The Memphis Horns (Andrew Love and Wayne Jackson) - horn section
Charlie Jacobs - harmonica

William Eggleston - cover photography

yeap, this kind of sucks:

Couldn't disagree more.

i kind of take that back. i first listened to the single version of the song and really didn't like it. then i found this longer version and posted it. when listening to the longer version after listening to the single edit i liked it much better.

http://www.slicingupeyeballs.com/2013/03/22/primal-scream-its-alright-its-ok/

boy, that title is good ammo.

They are getting progressively worse, it sounds like the Lighthouse Family

has anyone already listened to their new one, "more light"? i read good things about it.

fuck primal scream, man.

fuck fookin primal scream, man.

Kicking off my Ben Sherman loafers, I fire up the Gaggia machine and hit play on a Soundcloud file of It's Alright, It's OK by Primal Scream. Shortly I'll have to hack up and dissolve the corpses of Vilma and Marie, dangling like broken red umbrellas in the bedroom, but breakfast is a "me moment".

From the moment I hear that Jimmy Miller piano figure over bongos, it's clear to me that the moment has come for Primal Scream to make imitations of their best 1990s imitations of The Rolling Stones. This fits the mood of the moment perfectly, for Vilma and Marie were dispatched last night in the style of some of my own prize-winning murders from the early 1990s, themselves copied from Ted Bundy, the Mick Jagger of murder. The gospel choir entering on the chorus is as predictable as a Bosch powerdrill to the mouth, and just as effective.

I'm not a hardcore religious guy myself, but I do love rented gospel choirs of black women singing behind white males belting out the sort of feelgood sentiments that look great on motivational postcards featuring shorelines and sunsets. Call me an old softy, but Bobby's vehement morale-boosting is doing me a power of good as he slurs in his drug-addled Scottish hipster brogue:

There's a time to remember, time to forget
(Something something something) no time for regret

In verse 3 there's even a hint of Bobby's Crowley discipleship in:

Let your will be a guide
There's no point in pretending when you know it has died

That's very much my own take on the meaning of life; I'd certainly be the last person to pretend that Vilma and Marie didn't die last night for the sake of giving my throbbing will a couple of fair-to-good orgasms. I've made a mental note to purchase a compact disc (for old time's sake!) of Primal Scream's return to form at the earliest opportunity. This major label long-player promises to be a veritable cocaine feast of warmed-up platitudes, cynical nostalgia-mongering, shake'n'vac production sheen and stylist sneering.

Thanks, Bobby, I'm donning the hazmat suit light of heart.

fookin primal scream, man.

whose accent is this meant to be?