Yesterday I wrote a news story for NME.COM about Primal Scream touring their seminal 1991 album ‘Screamadelica’ next March. Now there’s a record.
I was only eight when it came out, in 1991, so when I bought it as a teenager I came to it late. For years I had childishly giggled at the nice happy sun logo that adorns its cover, innocently unaware that it was a product inspired by enough powder and pills to make an elephant put its hooves in the air like it just didn’t care.
This was a rare thing – a dance-rock fusion that was umbilically linked to its era, yet still went on to sound face-whackingly fresh to an entirely new audience years down the line, as it shall continue to do so forever, probably.
Producer Andrew Weatherall’s 3am dance-pump; the impossibly euphoric gospel choir on ‘Come Together’; the chest-thump chords of opener ‘Movin’ On Up’… pretty much a perfect album. So I should be delighted that I get to hear it in full live, right?
Well, not really. You’d think that being so tied to a record would cause a puppet-string jerk in me towards the mouse-click for tickets. But I couldn’t help thinking that now things have expanded from a two-gig celebration, as previously announced, to a full-on tour, this all sounds a bit… dusty.
‘Screamadelica’ is a record that new generations will joyfully discover, appreciate and be influenced by – but do you really think these shows will be attended by new young things?
No, it’ll be a nostalgia trip attended by balding ex-pill-heads letting Bobby G’s yells of “I was bliiiind, now I can seeee-eeh-eeh” transport them back to a time where their only concerns were how their ripped gums were going to cope with another night’s gurning.
Now, I’m not down on nostalgia per se. After all, I’ll be down the front for the Everything Everything reunion in 2030, texting the babysitter between ‘MY KZ, YR BF’ and ‘QWERTY Finger’ with my estimated drive home time. But however seminal ‘Screamadelica’ is, it just doesn’t feel right for Primal Scream to slip into the nostalgia groove of their career just yet.
OK, they haven’t exactly been pioneering new waves in dubstep with their past few albums, but they should remain a fiery force in UK rock music. Bobby is still every millimetre the leather-clad rock star, and since reinventing themselves on 2000’s ‘XTRMNTR’ they’ve more than justified their continual existence.
Obviously they’re not shifting the units they used to, and with Mani’s Freebass album unlikely to go platinum they’ve got to keep the cash coming in somehow, but this move seems like such a boringly safe bet it barely registers.
Here’s hoping that after next March’s gigs they’re back with a new album, another round of funny Bob interviews and a whole new reason to shove their un-paralleled stomp in our faces. And not wondering if the same ticket-holders will be back for ‘XTRMNTR’: The UK Tour.
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