8 posts tagged “primal scream”
I am always saying: Ooh, I love that band. I say it all of the time when Love is the most misappropriately over-used word in the history of human language.
We all know I love Pink Floyd and the Clash, but those are given classics no one should do without and therefore granted immunity. I also love the B-52s, Primal Scream and Morphine, and this is what I am talking about- I love these bands, but they don't "move" me.
If I had to pick my top 5 movers (and in fairness I'll do it alphabetically): Agent Orange, Ballboy, Buffalo Tom, Emmet Swimming, Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet.
So, If I tell you I love "That Particular Band" and it isn't one of these 10, I'm probably exaggerating.
Agent Orange, Ballboy, Buffalo Tom, Emmet Swimming, Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, pink floyd, the clash, b-52s, morphine, primal scream
Listening to Ballboy is like taking a handful of Ativan. For those of you not in the know, Ativan is an anti-anxiety drug that makes you feel effusively joyous and buoyant - that everything is right with the world and even though you know it’s not - you just don’t care. Ativan is delicious and I wish they’d put it in the water. Effuboulliant – or something.
(On preview: Ha! Look at the Ativan ad I just found after I typed this up!
As far as other Scottish musicians go, I never liked Simple Minds or Sheena Easton, but I was aware they were from Scotland. I thought the Boomtown Rats were from Manchester, England until about 2 seconds ago… Huh, David Byrne is Scottish too. I didn’t know that. I did know about Ac/Dc's Bon Scott and the Young Brothers (being born in Scotland, even though AC/DC formed in Australia) and The Eurythmics, The Alarm and The Jesus and Mary Chain, and Primal Scream though.
But I have to tell you I love Ballboy (Free Music) more than any of them. Primal Scream has moved down into second place, sorry Bobby.
Black Grape, Primal Scream and Collapsed Lung sing songs about Football (Soccer) for your listening enjoyment.
(Okay, now some of this may sound stupid to some of you guys but I want you to hear me out. Now look, you know different people think about life in different ways. Lawyers think life is a big court room; Doctors probably thinks life is like a big operation; Bus drivers think life is...er...a big bus I guess. Who knows what the hell those guys think. Anyway, I've always thought of life as a big football game...)
You get, I got goals
You get, I get, the balls
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
England!
Raise a glass, a perfect pass,
and dribble around my socks
Check my shirt and drink my shots
And squeeze me in the box
It's a digital football thing,
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy,
We're going to win the National Lottery,
E I Adio, I don't think so
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Hey diddle-diddle, there's a fella in the middle and I think he's pulling my string
My wife's lactating and I'm spectating
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy,
We're going to win the National Lottery
E I Adio, I don't think so
Win that ball, head for the goal,
Use your stealth, don't lose control
Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks
Gonna battle hard,
Players on a mission, operation no-card,
No free kicks or penalties to the opposition,
Swift, strong, every old tacticians
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
(England? Well it's the best kept village in Europe, isn't it?)
Keep the game on the pitch
Bung it in
England!
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Now it's time filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most fucked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals
No imagination
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
What do they do with all the confiscated bevy,
The polis?
Buckets and bags of it?
Give it to the jakies? nah.
Drink it themselves? mibbe.
Give it back to the retailers
So they can sell it all back to us over again
The cunts (echo)
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't fuckin beat us
In the european nations cup
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
Sitting outside wembley in `79,
Jock punks in london, massive carry out
Talking to a guy in an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a fuckin ticket
You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No fuckin way!
Ten minutes into the fuckin game
We'd be climbing up the walls to get out.
Fuc-kin hell.
Remember the banner
"alcoholism beats communism",
Well it beats the fuck out of football as well.
Think you're a success
Your psyche's a mess
Your economy is in distress
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never comes
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never fuckin comes.
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
I know no woos
i know you're no fools
we're in love with the beautiful game with no shame
that's cool, true, but jump in the queue
complete time brothers with the peak time tools
can't hide
caught offside
down with the art and the pride
i know you got soul
i know you can eat my goal
cos us be a gratue i've been told
in the nick of time, nick of time,
make a fine rhyme sick of mine
given up the possibility to resign
making out i know something you don't
making out you'd cope with a joke but you won't
admit to being a big tooth
spoon full of rapture, rhymes as it hits you
may or may not be amused
no ask me cos me plain bemused
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
looking for a saviour to save ya
from a lack of knowledge
this little fella won't get you through college
yeah knowledge is fine, but the party's mine
no no ask me about summer so
let everybody in the house say disco
got things to say all about having nothing to say
i never have my way
the new part team of mum won't move into ma home
to play sport and to forget to call their mums on the telephone
use some bass, lower the tone, lower the tone
don't ask me cos me not know
serious question spoken in a joke
and with the mind of a lesser spotted bloke
that won't make you choke
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
I said it before, I'll say it again: If I could only listen to one band for the rest of my life, Primal Scream would be it. Here are 3 new ones to my COLLECTION.
Deep, dark, desperate, delicious. Lovely, lonely, sad, soulful. Entrancing, enchanting, enthralling. Haunting.
Mesmerizing, made for the headphones.
" Ooooh. Three notes in and it was a bad ecstasy flash back [this is not good] ;)
THIS is what you were looking for"
He replied, "[this is good] Okay you win. I suck at music. :)"
So of course I had to go back and make sure he knew great every other one of their songs was. So I told him:
"Primal scream is the best band ever. I would take them over Pink Floyd or the Clash hands down, without one second's hesitation. Check out the collection. I have been contemplating a post. I think it might be time. It's a tough one, if you listen to a bunch of different songs, I defy you to classify them into one category."
Ready to sample their many genres? The double dog dare is... I say there is no way you can put them into ONE category, not that anyone's been trying... I'm just being a smart ass.
From my comment on zenken's blog piece, salva nos.
We have flat out classic Rock & Roll, reminding me of Marc Bolan.
we have Saturday night, clap your hands and sing along.
Gospelish, even.
Then we have some something even I can not classify.