Primal Scream
Dirty Hits

THE REVIEW

This is the most brazenly sexy album I have ever had the chance to listen to...
It's clear that it's just a compilation, and usually they're looked down upon, but among these tracks lies the true essence of the first pelvic desire you might have ever felt.

Songs that slide through genres with great skill: electronic, lounge, rock à la Stones. Hot stuff. Every time I listen to it, I think back to the first times that, with my little cousin, I would hide under my aunt and uncle's big bed: I was only eleven years old and had a lubricious passion for her buttocks; for all buttocks. After all, who hasn't been through that? A great moment, I must admit.
Well, the electro-porn beat of Kowalsky would have been perfect when, with my face on her buttock, I would say: "If you move, you lose..." I never understood if she was aware of my malice or was truly naive and inexperienced.
What a frantic disturbing frequency! Certain beats make your hips move and you're there and you can't stop... you feel like taking the car, speeding off, grabbing the emergency triangle and waving it at other cars! After all, the Middle Ages haven't ended... if there the Saltarello was the pinnacle of touching, well, now this Devil himself sets my pollutions under the moonlight...
"I'm yours, your mine..." Enough with the existentialist wank, even if because I can’t connect like before, even if adolescence has passed, but then come on, let's grab our dentures, pull our hair to cover the bald spot, put on the girdle and have at it! Tonight at the Miradolo Terme dancing, we'll be dancing with Bobby Gillespie! Swastika eyes! Swastika eyes!
and then the rhythms will return to dull us... with the sultry voice of Kate Moss singing "Some Velvet Morning," and Damn it the random of the mediaplayer that however messes them up.....!

Anyway, as I was saying... one day we will find ourselves with our four pensions dancing to the music of our time, the music of when we were young and... we didn't go dancing.
For now, my memory returns to the blooming buttocks of a twelve-year-old relative, my first discoveries, that scent of violet and that aura of the forbidden that will never return...
For this. DANCE!
Alone, at home. Sober.