When exams are over and there’s nobody in your house but a misinformed possum that’s stuck between you and your brother’s walls, sometimes you have to turn up the volume and listen to UK acid house music. Since I don’t have a direct pipeline to the apparent narcotics boom happening across our fair city, I access higher planes with a little help from my friends, friends who happen to be massively strung out on heroin and in a collective known as Primal Scream. I always though these guys were some hardcore act in the vein of Slipknot, probably just because of the name, but listening to their music is pretty much a mind-altering experience. Feeling happy hasn’t been this legit since Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, and it’s a shame that the only time I really get to hear decent music is on MAX in the gym.
Primal Scream are actually fronted by a drummer. Bobby Gillespie played for Jesus and the Mary Chain (examine hipster Bible…now) and sang with this band at the same time, before being told by the brother Reid to commit full time to Jesus or get out. Obviously more a spiritual than religious type, Gillespie abandoned the Chain, got together a group of Scottish ragamuffins and started screaming full-time. This was easy, because they were well into drugs and the British public hated them, until Screamadelica dropped and they became The Arctic Monkeys of 1991. Spurred on by sick production by The Orb and Andy Weatherall (both who come highly recommended by my former ‘Madchester’ personal trainer), they pioneered a new genre known as, well, I think it’s ‘acid-house-rock’ or something. Either way, its a great way to blow ten minutes staring at the ceiling.
Many of the songs on Screamadelica are more organic than that hybrid may sound, so I’m going with the totally lovable ‘Movin’ On Up’, mainly because I know bloggers have short attention spans and because it sounds like George Michael’s ‘Freedom’ in that lame, ‘huggy’ way. It’s one of those anthems that probably meant something in the early 90s, which is sad, because I think the closest we’ve got to it is Brandon Flowers hollering ‘I got soul but I’m not a soldier’. So crawl over to the opium den and get comfy, it’s time for some primal scream therapy.
Primal Scream – Movin’ On Up