Showing posts with label Primal Scream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Primal Scream. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 04, 2026

Primal Scream, “Come Together (7" Mix Andrew Weatherall)” (1990)

[listen up!]

Primal Scream’s third album, Screamadelica, threw out the band’s original alt-indie style in favor of house techno dance approaches. DJ Andrew Weatherall gets producer credit with Hugo Nicolson on much of the album, including “Come Together,” which appears in multiple variations on the original single and on later deluxe packages of the album, with production also handled by Terry Farley and Hypnotone. The album has a veritable rainbow of producers, including the Orb on arguably the best track, “Higher Than the Sun,” and the somewhat unexpected classic-rock man Jimmy Miller, who produced the Rolling Stones’ great run from Beggars Banquet to Goat’s Head Soup, as well as work for Blind Faith, Spencer Davis, and Traffic. He doesn’t seem to have a direct hand in “Come Together,” but his influence is felt there when you compare the tracks he did produce, “Movin’ On Up” and “Damaged.” “Come Together” is just a song, but what a song. The approach is all soul all the time, with heavenly chorus. On the album, it runs over 10 minutes, but most of the variations are closer in size to this 4:26 version. It’s the groove that appeals to me in all of them, with a phalanx of singers, a pure dance drive (see also the cavorting in the official video), and enough maracas-and-bongo-style percussion to fill the studio to the ceiling. Bobby Gillespie’s whisper-perfect vocals take it home. Somehow, back in the day, I wound up with the single—I might still have it around here somewhere—and I never had a problem letting it all play through. It’s just that kind of song. Once it has insinuated into your brain and lifestyle, you’re not likely to mind hearing it on repeat.

Saturday, October 12, 2024

6. Primal Scream, Screamadelica (1991)

[2022 review here]

Hey, I am on vacation! (figuratively speaking)! But I wrote the long piece linked above just two years ago and it has approximately all I have to say about the classic, delectable psychedelic album by Primal Scream. See you next time for the start of the top 5! Yowza wowza, so on so forth.

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Screamadelica (1991)

I wandered almost sideways into one of my favorite albums of 1991, pulling Primal Scream's “Come Together” single out of a newspaper office slush pile. I was attracted by the Boomer-bait of a song that might be related to the Beatles and another, “Loaded,” that might have something to do with the Velvet Underground. As it turns out the latter has something to do with a Peter Fonda / Nancy Sinatra movie directed by Roger Corman, The Wild Angels (with Bruce Dern! Diane Ladd! Michael J. Pollard!). Mudhoney got to the quoted sample first, a few years earlier on the track “In ‘n’ Out of Grace” from their Superfuzz Bigmuff EP. “Just what is it that you want to do?” a square preacher-man is heard asking. “We wanna be free!” says Fonda. “We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. And we wanna get loaded. And we wanna have a good time. And that's what we're gonna do.” It’s a pretty good setup, whether you follow it with the sublime grunge squall of Mudhoney or the Manchester soul vamp of Primal Scream, decked out with a gleaming dense unassailable titanium bottom. That maxi-single was generous, with two versions of “Come Together” and three of “Loaded” and two other tracks besides. But even though “Come Together” and “Loaded” were the first two singles from the Screamadelica album at large, I would not call the horns and soul singer treatment of those tracks typical of the album, which I was introduced to later by an evangelist of all things UK. Not that there’s anything particularly typical to this album, which ranges far and wide. Or, as the totality of my notes on recent forays into Screamadelica put it: THIS ALBUM IS A JOURNEY.

It’s the third by Primal Scream but a stark turn into house and techno, led by Bobby Gillespie, who was the drummer for the Jesus and Mary Chain on Psychocandy. The third single, “Higher Than the Sun” (which also gets an eight-minute dub treatment toward the end of the album), is more the right speed here. It spends half its 3:38 on a spacewalk, free floating, with Gillespie taking the binky out to coo and warble awhile on cosmic matters. Then the drugs kick in at about the 1:48 mark and, true to the Spacemen 3 ambition of making music for the purpose, it warps into a squelching psychedelic recreation of unique proportions and pleasure. See you on the other side. In fact, “Higher Than the Sun” is a culmination of the album’s opening suite, four or five songs taking the time to set a mood, perhaps best captured in the title of the one that goes seven minutes, “Don’t Fight It, Feel It.” There’s also a remarkably evocative cover of the 13th Floor Elevators’ “Slip Inside This House.” Credit to producer Andrew Weatherall for much of these soundscapes, and credit to Gillespie for handing the reins over to him, though other producers are involved here as well: Hugo Nicolson, The Orb, Hypnotone, and (yes) Jimmy Miller. “Come Together” and “Loaded” ground the album in soul and “Damaged” has tentacles reaching into peak Rolling Stones, mainly by way of Jimmy Miller’s production. But Gillespie sounds amazingly at home there as well. The album, which clocks in well over an hour, returns to outer space for the finish. Is it the rave experience or intended to be? I don’t know, but I know I feel wrung out in all the best ways when I take the time to play the album all the way through. Stone classic.