One of the strangest musical careers I know is certainly that of Primal Scream.
These crazy Scots released two albums in the '80s that I consider a major source of inspiration for the indie rock that emerged in the following decades (especially the magnificent Sonic Flower Groove).
They changed course in 1991 with Screamadelica, considered by many as a precursor of dance rock. Influenced, high on acid house (Higher Than The Sun).
After a brief return to more rock and blues sounds (a blues verve they would never abandon) with Give Out But Don't Give Up, they raised the stakes.
A few years later indeed, they proved they had guts and listened to the damn vein in their brain that pushed them to dare and overturn the sound of their music.
Vanishing Point sounds more hallucinatory than ever before. It's no longer a simple rock band; instead, we find ourselves in the pocket of the night. It takes us with it.
The scenario wraps around you like a straitjacket, evoking the urban jungle with sitar and drums, until the explosion of electronic beats and Hammond. The Burning Wheel doesn't stop here, and after the warning of Get Duffy, the lament of the leader becomes more and more exasperated and acid.
Messages from radio stations and whispers of Kowalski drag you again into the dives and rooftops of this deserted city in search of blood and sweat.
The instrumental Trainspotting (we are in '97, coincidences?) finds strength and impact in obsessive rhythm, and rock in the strict sense is found in Medication with the veteran Glenn Matlock on bass.
Mani from Stone Roses debuts with Gillespie and company in a sublime manner at the right moment.
The same year the remake of the film of the same name was released, from which the band took the name for the album (both works are characterized by claustrophobic themes).
You're there, in the street in a wild search for passion, and Vanishing Point can only be the soundtrack. A nocturnal and evocative album that achieves the same parity as contemporaries Protection and Ultra.
If Screamadelica is a kick to the head, Vanishing Point takes you with a club and then puts you to bed.
There is another kind of youth, from another galaxy, where mistakes are aware and errors are conscious.
A perfect swagger, in its shabbiness, floods us with cocky faces that the members of the band have.