Primal Scream
Jun 25, 2019
1 minute
Ian Fortnam
Tiny show, huge performance.
Bobby Gillespie, every inch the rag doll Mick Jagger, shaken this way and that by Andrew Innes’s front, Gillespie’s hitherto inscrutable face involuntarily collapses into a molar-to-molar grin. ’ utter ebullience and Bobby G’s unguarded beam are an antidote to troubled times. The climax to a show that – by dragging us arse-backwards through a dizzying array of prime, genre-vaulting Primal hits – offers a timely reminder that the musical landscape needn’t simply adhere to grey generic pigeonholing, but can explode with invention in all directions.
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