Primal Scream – Rock City, Nottingham (December 11, 2016)

I hate Primal Scream, with their dreary posturing pretend rock ‘n’ roll. It’s designed for people who drive a Vauxhall Insignia and think that Later with Jools Holland is the foremost of cutting edge music programming.

Led by the stick insect-like and professional jammy bastard that is Bobby Gillespie, who despite being shit in the Jesus and Mary chain and singing like a wheezing, going down balloon, can still talk the talk, walk the walk and never fails to show everybody how fantastic his album collection is.

So how come this show was the best gig I’ve seen all year?


Let’s look at the evidence. There was a remarkable support band called Bo Ningen, a mysteriously hairy four piece from Japan but who all coalesced in London a few years back. They cook up some intense boil in the bag sonic soup; there are elements of Sonic Youth and Acid Mothers somewhere in there but boy do they take it one step further. Theirs is a gratuitous and glorious overload of a rock racket.

Visually they are compelling. Guitars are mere acrobatic accessories and they sound like Godzilla with a severe migraine destroying Tokyo. Best support band of the year, no question.

As for Primal Scream, they have transformed themselves from fucked up indie wasters into a sleek, silver machine that exudes confidence, power and utter concentrated Rockness!

Tonight Bobby is a serious stubbly grim faced man on a mission. He owns the stage, not an easy thing to pull off when you’re sporting a pink jacket and rubbish trousers.

Guitarist Andrew Innes is a total riff machine. His precision chordage was immense on Loaded and Trippin’ on your love.

At times his playing reminded me of the great Tony Iommi (peace be upon him). The new songs from the fabbo new album Chaosmosis sounded great. None more so than Where the Light Gets In, which is destined to become a classic.

They work through Movin’ On Up, Accelerator and Shoot Speed/Kill Light with irresistible majestic prowess.

Higher Than The Sun, despite a false start got the crowd into gear.

We went crazy apeshit doolally for Swastika Eyes. I expected the roof to levitate by the time they got to Come Together. For Rocks I needed a defibrillator.

The next is a ridiculous statement I know, but the more I think about this the more I’m convinced this was the best ‘rock’ show I’ve personally witnessed at Rock City since Nirvana at the same venue many, many, many years ago.

It pains me to say this but Bobby, ‘I was blind, now I can see, you made a believer out of me’.

By John Haylock


John Haylock

One Comment

  1. Hilarious. Agree with all this – saw them last night in Brixton. Still wearing a dodgy outfit btw.


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