Primal Screaming @ the Astoria

Get your rocks off .........

How good are Primal Scream! (This is a rhetorical, the Scream are feckin' great!)

I have thought that there must be something about rock star egos that requires all the really great front men to be utter wankers. If this be the case then Bobby Gillespie is probably the biggest twat on earth. Still, when he can fill a 1 & ½ hour set with lots of completely new tunes, and still have the audience going mental, who’s complaining??

Kicking off with ‘Country Girl’ (a brand new single) they've ditched the dance in favour of bluesy rock'n'roll – rah! There were a couple of shit hot backing singers, giving it some gospel welly, especially on ‘Moving on Up’; and I never thought that ‘Swastika Eyes’ could be such pure strobetastic genius. It was a highlight. Mani was like a slightly chunky, bass wielding giant, chucking out rock poses all over the shop, while Bobby G spun around, leapt about and fell to his knees at every - crap dancing - opportunity.

The second encore included another outing for both ‘Country Girl’ and a riotous, joyous ‘Rocks'. We had to go for a post gig drink in Bradleys, just to catch our breath!

Get your rocks off indeed!