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"Basement fucking Jaxx? Bunch of fuckin' cocksuckers, no offense to cocksuckers...". It was one of the finer televisual moments of 2005, as Bobby Gillespie and Mani, live on air during the final night of the BBC's Glastonbury coverage, had a fair old stab at collectively offending both Auntie's tea-time audience and the Sunday night headliners, while also trying to ensure that Colin'n'Edith were Reg Grundied to the broadcasting scrapheap.
Scene set then for the last free souls on planet rock'n'roll to attack again. Scene set for another collection of revved up, pissed off, highly politicised rampages through the darker side of music. No. And No. Strangely after two albums spent furiously raging against the world, The Scream have seemingly given up on trying to change it, and decided to crack open a bottle of Jack and let the good times roll.
Deja-vu? Yes,they've been here before, on Give Out But Don't Give Up, and Country Girl rings with the exact same Stones/Faces big-time-boogie that Rocks and Jailbird did all those years ago. But you know what, it's brash, fun and loaded with absolutely no meaning whatsoever, ample demonstration therefore that our finest musical antagonists still know the way to a good time. Primal Scream? Bunch of fuckin' heroes.
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