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I Primal Scream: una delle band più incredibili dell'ultimo ventennio.
Esordiscono nel 1987 e fin ora si sono sempre rinnovati musicalmente parlando, licenziando quasi sempre album diversi fra di loro, saltellando di quà e di là tra generi diversi. Sono partiti dall'acid-rock degli esordi che strizzava l'occhio alle sonorità anni 60 ("Sonic Flower Groove", 1987), poi hanno cambiato strada rimanendo con ritmi rock mischiati però a quelli danzerecci e alla techno più incallita (l'osannato "Screamadelica", 1991) mischiando in un solo album tantissimi generi (trip-hop, dance-music, dub). Sono caduti nel baratro facendo il passo falso della carriera ("Give Out But Don't Give Up", 1994) risultando poco ispirati e senza voglia di far buona musica. Hanno pubblicato un best-seller della musica come il pluri-osannato "EXTERMINATOR" (o qualsivoglia XTRMNTR).
Ora nel 2006 era arrivato il momento di cambiare di nuovo. Il poliedrico Bob Gillespie doveva cambiare pelle ancora, come un serpente, come il serprente che scivola sulla spalla del ragazzino nella copertina dallo sfondo dorato di "Riot City Blues", nuovo capitolo della istrionica band scozzese. Stavolta i Primal Scream virano verso il rock puro con leggere influenze psichedeliche e non pochi sprazzi di blues (come tra l'altro suggerisce il titolo dell'album). Il primo singolo estratto è "Country Girl", un rock festoso e casinaro accompagnato da un video altrettanto carino cui a tutti consiglio la visione.
"Nitty Gritty" con un riff molto carino ma forse già sentito da qualche parte, "Suicide Sally & Johnny Guitar" che ha un altro potentissimo riff nel ritornello ed è ancora più scatenata delle precedenti. La vena psichedelica affiora in "Little death" dove possiamo accorgerci degli echi dei Pink Floyd nella parte iniziale della canzone "Careful with that axe, Eugene" nel "Live at Pompeii" ?), più di sei minuti di musica oscura, fortemente ispirata che precede un finale esplosivo. "The 99th Floor" è un country-blues casinaro di quattro minuti , lo stesso vale per "Boogie Disease" dove ci sembra di ascoltare i Rolling Stones di "Beggar's Banquet" o di "Let it bleed".
Segue poi la fine in "Sometimes I feel so lonely" un altro pezzo blues, ma blues nel vero senso della parola: una canzone triste e malinconica con tanto di armonica a bocca che da un degno finale a questo album che segue ad essere uno delle migliori uscite del 2006.
Insomma "Riot City Blues" non annoia mai ma rappresenta comunque una scelta di musica non molto originale, ben suonata ma già sentita. Ma come si dice: sempre meglio di certe altre stupidaggini che vengono pubblicate nella musica oggi giorno.
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01 Country Girl (04:33)
You never get too big
You never get too heavy
you never get too cool
That you stop payin' your dues
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to you mama
She'll take care of you
Lost your wife
Lost your son
Stay out drinkin'
'till the morning comes
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to you mama
She'll take care of you
Country girl take my hand
Lead me through this diseased land
I am tired i am weak i am worn
I have stole i have sinned
Oh my soul is unclean
Country girl got to keep on keeping on
Crazy women
Mess your head
Wake up drunk & bleeding
In some strange bed
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to your mama
She'll take care of you
Country girl take my hand
Lead me through this diseased land
I am tired i am weak i am worn
I have stole i have sinned
Oh my soul is unclean
Country girl got to keep on keeping on
You gotta keep on keepin' on
You gotta keep on keepin' strong
You gotta keep on keepin' on
When you
Got the riot city blues
One thing i have to say
Before i have to go
Be careful with your seed
You will reap just what you sow
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to your mama
She'll take care of you
Country girl take my hand
Lead me through this diseased land
I am tired i am weak i am worn
I have stole i have sinned
Oh my soul is unclean
Country girl got to keep on keeping on
02 Nitty Gritty (03:40)
Stray hungry dog
Stealing meat from a garbage can
If he don't get what he want
He gets it when he can
City streets
Full of creeps
I'm knee deep in scum
Feel like christ on the cross
With a loaded gun
I'll kick me like a horse now honey
I'll Bite me like a dog
Scratch me, till I bleed now sugar
Dontcha, ever stop
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty
Hipshaker
Heartbreaker
Spine cracker
Voodoo witch
You got the gold
Gonna dig dig your sugar ditch
I'll do the crime
Serve the time
Murder first degree
Cast your spell
Gimme hell
Get down on your knees
I'll kick me like a horse now honey
I'll Bite me like a dog
Scratch me, till I bleed now sugar
Dontcha, ever stop
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we're gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get down
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we're gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty
If you're gonna preach how to live
Ya gotta live how ya preach each day,
Don't sell your soul honey,
Don't give it all away.
Crash a plane,
Go insane,
Burn the palace down.
Roll the dice,
Bet your life,
I'll be comin' round.
I'll kick you like a horse now honey
I'll bite ya, like a dog
I'll kiss ya black & blue now sugar
I won't ever stop
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we're gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get down
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action (x4)
03 Suicide Sally & Johnny Guitar (03:16)
Suicide Sally and Johnny Guitar
She overdosed and crashed in her car
amphetamine jab, shot a hole in his head
ran out of veins, ran out of friends
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Gearhead candy is a natural queen
Bed motorcycle, you know what I mean
She got her wings, givin' head to a priest
The Fucker choked on his rosary beads
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby youre doing alright.
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby youre doing alright.
Stone cold Sally is a stubbled whore
Her face is plastic, so is her soul
She hates her body she is a he
Striptease and Pre-teased, feelin diseased
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Hey rocknroll doctor rocknroll nurse
Gimme a shot gimme some pills
I dont need a knife I dont need a gun
I gotta crown made of human skull
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
NANANANNANANANANANNANANANAA
'rock and roll doctor'
04 When the Bomb Drops (04:36)
We've had a lot of good times brother
I've knows you all my life
Mixing blood and drugs and women
In your journey to the endless night
I've watched you kill the love you're given
You sold your vision for a glimpse of heaven
Once you were a thief of fire
Now you're just a junkie liar
What you gonna cop
When the bomb drops?
There's been a million people brother
Just like you before
Think you're beyond good and eveil
You can't even find the door
Painting pictures on your wall
In junkie blood
Hey man! Ain't that cool?
It's so beautiful!
Once you were a thief of fire
Now you're just a junkie liar
What you gonna cop
When the bomb drops?
Ain't no medicine to cure you
Ain't no woman you can love
Only death can make you painless
Only death can make you come
Junkie Jesus on the cross
You beg for scraps like a mongrel dog
Once you were a thief of fire
Now you're just a junkie liar
What you gonna cop
When the bomb drops?
05 Little Death (06:24)
Little death
Witchy hex
Leave disturbance in my head
Cowboy mouth
Indian blood
Little death
The perfect curse
Little death
Thief of fire
Love you baby
'till the day I die
Cloven hoof
Thunderwing
Holy pony
Gonna ride the wind
Little death
Sly as junk
Strong as death
Sweet as love
Make me dance
Make me sing
Buy you a death's head
Diamond ring
brought to you by Stu Howard, Kicking it to ya!
06 The 99th Floor (03:52)
Everywhere I go
Everyone I see
Say "what's the matter witcha boy,
Ya got a strange a disease?"
Oh I know
I got something wrong with me
There's a hole in my heart
Where my baby used to be
Birds in the sky
Dogs on the ground
Rats in the garbage
But my baby can't be found
I'm going insane
They say she left on the midnight train
There's a hole in the sky
Cluster bombs fall like hard rain
I went to see the doctor
Shot me full of junk
I'm on the edge of the 99th floor
Everybody say "jump!"
I got a hole, got a hole in my heart
Death on the stairs
Plague at my door
Ghost in my bed
Cry "she don't love you anymore"
Oh mama please
You got the keys to the kingdom
I'm digging holes in my arm
I can't shoot my way to freedom
I went to see the doctor
Shot me full of junk
I'm on the edge of the 99th floor
Everybody say "jump!"
I got a hole, got a hole in my heart
If you see my baby
Tell her I'm in flames
I beg her please for water
But no more gasoline
Awww jesus christ
I just can't take anymore
I got holes in my hands
Where she naild me to the floor
Dig me a hole in the groung
I'm gonna jump from the 99th floor
I went to see the doctor
Shot me full of junk
I'm on the edge of the 99th floor
Everybody say "jump!"
I got a hole, got a hole in my heart
09 Hell's Comin' Down (03:29)
Had me a woman, give me all her love
She gave me her blessing, I gave her my curse
I drove her crazy, I drove her crazy
Sent her insane, like a one-way train
In my lonely bed at night, wish that I could die
Hells comin down, Hells comin down
Made love in the morning, we got drunk at night
When she was sleepin, I stabbed her with a knife
I did decieve her, I was a midnight creeper
I robbed her blind, I drove her outta her mind
In my lonely bed at night, wish that I could die
Hells comin down, Hells comin down
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