Listen: Primal Scream – More Light
What the PR says:
The album is another twist in the band’s history, recorded after their recent successful worldwide tour of their hit album Screamadelica. Like Screamadelica, More Light presents a musical state that lacks boundaries. Songs shift in style, moods and pace frequently, different instruments sneak or charge to the fore. Touches of old influences like The Velvet Underground, Sun Ra, Phil Spector, The Ramones, Bobbie Gentry and Jesus And Mary Chain blend into sounds you have never heard Primal Scream work with before. Most significantly More Light feels like a journey, a soundtrack to a road movie. If Screamadelica was the sound of a rave-era weekend, More Light takes you further… faster. At times it feels effortlessly commercial and at others startlingly experimental.
Who’s on it?
Founding frontman Bobby Gillespie and a cast of thousands (well, dozens).
What’s it like?
Over a decade has elapsed since a new Primal Scream album felt like a significant cultural event. Exciting and innovative throughout the 1990s, Bobby Gillespie and co have been mostly coasting in retro-rock pastiche mode ever since. So it’s heartening to discover that they’re at their most experimental since XTRMNTR, partially reviving the genre-mashing art-punk ambition of their best work.
Dance-rock and soundtrack composer David Holmes is a shrewd choice of producer, applying the orchestral lushness of his solo albums and film work to songs that are often sketchy jams at heart. The instrumental textures are dense and organic, the grooves funky, the mood psychedelic.
The last Scream album arrived before the financial crash, and this may explain why More Light is full of angry lyrics about class war and youth revolution: “What happened to the voices of dissent?” Gillespie sneers on the chugging neo-Krautrock juggernaut 2013. “You’re living like a refugee in your own country,” he spits on Culturecide, a slamming art-funk groove featuring veteran post-punk ranter Mark Stewart. The Scream singer’s crude rebel-rock sloganeering often invites critical derision, but it has some genuine topical bite this time.
That said, More Light still suffers from some familiar weaknesses. Gillespie and co-writer Andrew Innes remain so awestruck by a predictable canon of rock heroes – Stones, Stooges, MC5, PiL, Can, Ramones – that even their most experimental work still looks backward rather than forward. Also, too many tracks feel scrappy and underwritten. Not even Robert Plant’s rasping guest vocal can elevate the skeletal Elimination Blues above middling curiosity level.
The most engaging moments are more introspective and personal. Goodbye Johnny is a noir-ish chanson of doomed romance, while Relativity morphs midway through from jazz-punk beast to trippy fairground waltz. The album closes on a high with It’s Alright, It’s OK, one of the Scream’s many homages to the Stones in their gospel-fired prime. Essentially this is a semi-sequel to Movin’ On Up on Screamadelica. Yet another foray into shameless retro pastiche, then, but it concludes this gloomy, angry, ear-bashing album with a welcome blast of rousing optimism. (Stephen Dalton)