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WHEN Primal Scream were still a feeble indie band playing in half-empty rooms above pubs, Bobby Gillespie was asked by Creation Records boss Alan McGee who he wanted to produce the band’s debut LP. Not untypically, the spectacularly unmusical singer showed ambitions way beyond his station. “I suggested Jimmy Page or Prince,” he writes in his Walter Mittyish memoir Tenement Kid. “I was one hundred per cent serious.”
Self-belief, dumb luck and an inability to stay in his musical lane have
