Primal Scream.

*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!

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CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL OFFICE RECEPTION: Aye hullo an’ that?

Brilliant!

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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?

love this cover, no band name or title:
http://www.undertheradarmag.com/uploads/article_images/A1TwfgbkkLL_AA1500_.jpg

http://991.com/newGallery/Momus-Tender-Pervert-172004.jpg

lol. i know momus has a mixed reputation around here, but tender pervert is a masterpiece. so many good songs. primal scream doesn't mean anything to me unfortunately. screamadelica is pleasant enough but my impression is that they are a "you had to be there" kind of band.

i was singing "i was a maoist intellectual" all this morning for some reason

so good. bishonen is my favorite. the harpsicord sound works well with momus's songwriting. i like his "analog baroque" phase too.

curious about bobby's pose, considering he and momus share some history.

yeah good point. i guess it is probably some kind of homage.

probably some kind of pwnage

Is, or is not, the new Scream single a cover of the theme tune to whimsical septuagenarian BBC detective series New Tricks?

Bobby and Momus toured Germany together in 1987. In Hamburg an art student called Helga Knipp laid them both on the same night, donning a blonde wig to bed Bobby and a Japanese bob to snare Momus. The next morning the singers complained at the breakfast buffet of an itching in the genital region. Both then went AWOL, forcing the tour manager to consider continuing the tour without them, substituting dreary indie-rock instrumentals for Primal Scream sets and clever conceptual silence for Momus.

"Crush" the tour manager decided to scour Hamburg for the two singers. He found them late that night, posing for Helga in Elbpark, where the trees were just coming into flower. Using a special "devil's horn" pose she'd developed at Hamburg Art School, a powerful flashgun, blossom, and shooting on special infra-red medical film used for autopsies, Helga gave both vocalists a startling new look which would shoot them to stardom. Momus used his the very next year for his Mercury Prize-winning album Tender Pervert, but Bobby's got lost in the post and wasn't delivered until 2013.

Desperately bored while waiting for his photo and his fame to arrive - a jealous junkie recluse with screaming tinnitus and a bad case of VD - Bobby whiled away his wilderness years posting to ILX under the name "Momus".

Boab: "Ye whit? Whit ye fuckin' oan aboot, ya fuckin' walloper? Momus? Ye mean that bawbag fae Paisley wi' the fuckin' patch oeer his eyeba'? Aw naw, talk o' the devil, here he comes."

Momus: "The dehvil? What about him?"

Boab: "Naw, the devil."

Momus: "Aye, that's whit ah said. Listen Rab, can a borrow a peencil aff ye?"

Boab: "A whit?

Momus: "Ah've goat an essay full o' big fuck off words tae hand in.... nah, ah'm joshin' ye, man , ah've actually goat a bookie's line tae fill in and ah've loast mah wee bookie's pen, so how's about that peencil?"

Boab: "Ah'll gie ye a fuckin' 'peencil' awright, right in yer other fuckin' eye!"

Momus: "Come oan Rab, fer auld time's sake! It must be all o' seeventeen years since we last met."

Boab: "How come you cannae talk properly?"

Momus: "Remember Hamburg?"

Boab: "Never been there, mate."

Momus: "Course ye huv!"

Boab: "Gonny leave me alaine?"

Momus: "Aye, fair takes me back, remember that bird, Helga?"

Boab: "Whit bird? Listen if you don't get oot ma face ye'll be usin' yer broken fingers tae pick yer teeth up aff the flerr!"

Momus: "The flair."

Boab: "The flerr."

Momus: "The flair."

Boab: "The flerr."

Momus: "The flair."

Boab: "The flerr."

Momus: "Rab, did you know that on the web, everyone will be famous to fifteen people."

Boab: "BEAT IT, YA WANK!"