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Rating: Almost 15 years ago, Screamadelica was released, anticipating the current times, where the line between rock and dance-electronica is increasingly blurred and thin. In 1992, there were people who frowned upon listening to Don't Fight It Feel It because, according to not-so-open minds, it distorted the essence of rock. Since '92, a lot of water has passed under the bridge, and rock has no more limitations. Those who listen to it are open to contamination.
The Primal Scream still continue to go beyond, just like they did 15 years ago. Faced with 2000's Exterminator, we find ourselves speechless, an additional transition towards the future but still with a passion for rock in their blood: Accelerator unleashes the dirtiest Stooges-like guitars, the first single Swastika Eyes is better than the Chemical Brothers, who also provide a breathtaking remix on the second side of the record. Pills is almost rapped, Blood Money initially seems like an epileptic soundtrack for 007 but then grows with an impressive progression of bass, drums, and trumpets reminiscent of some 70s Miles Davis fusion, a tumult that spills into Keep Your Dreams, worthy of Higher Than The Sun. But what remains engraved is the terrifying progression of the first four tracks opening the album: Kill All Hippies is a sort of accusation against former '68ers (but also '77ers) who, once in power, forgot about their ideals: because the society highlighted by this very hard work is the society of (James) Dean, a society that has reached the extreme and doesn't know how to bring novelty except through death. The excitement is subversive through the different, through traffic that isn't there and increases, because they represent the society that accumulates until normality becomes the only thing, a congestion of people lining up for suicide, which is the masterpiece of their life, where the apocalypse is the desired and sought-after diversion and orgasm as the only thing that matters, the society of Dean who plays with his cars, with speed, with his fatally wounded.
A record launched like a bomb, to strike the superstructures that human reason builds to justify the extreme act of its own degradation, this is what they talk about, but also about the disgust and indignation toward their country's internal politics, which captures the reality of British youth, trapped between drugs, alcohol, and repression (it is the period when Glasgow's public administration imposes a curfew).
Their protest work is mainly in the sound, explosive and pounding from tracks like the title track, close to industrial music, with supersonic and provocative techno driven at exhausting rave parties post-Trainspotting pace from the Edinburgh Screamadelica, like the extraordinary Swastika Eyes (a frontal assault against the order imposed by the police and the state and against U.S. national-capitalist imperialism). To these, which are the pillars of the album, are added rock 'n' roll pieces disfigured by terrifying distortions like Accelerator or dragging pieces like Shoot Speed Kill Light.
In conclusion, a true riot-record, as the MC5 would have sounded today.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Kill All Hippies (04:57)
Hello this is gorgeous, anybody out there read me?
10-4 i read you.
My handle's gorgeous, pretty vacant, eh
Subvert normality
Fuuuuuck you!
Punk is not sexual, it's just aggression
10-4 old buddies
destroy, kill all hippies
Anarchy! Disco sucks
Subvert Normality
You got the money, I got the soul
You got the money, I got the soul
You got the money, I got the soul
Can't be bought, can't be owned
You got the money, I got the soul
You got the money, I got the soul
Can't be bought, can't be owned
You got the money, I got the soul
You got the money (x3)
I got the soul
I got the soul
I got the soul
I got the soul
I got the soul
signing off, this is gorgeous signing off.....
02 Accelerator (03:41)
He walks the streets full of dead meat
Empty heads and cancelled eyes
Got a pain, I've got a hunger
Lord my soul ain't satisfied
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator
It ain't hard to be a sinner
Lord it's hard to be a saint
Had a taste, you've had a glimmer
Start to shiver, can't be what you aint
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator
Here we come, we're coming fast
All the others are in the past
Voices screaming in my head
Into the future, Into the future
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator
Come on!
03 Exterminator (05:49)
Gun metal skies Broken eyess Claustrophobic concrete English high-rise Exterminate the underclass Exterminate the telepaths No civil disobedience No civil disobedience Incubating ultra-violent, psychic distortions Slow death injectable, narcosis terminal Damage receptors, fractured speech No civil disobedience No civil disobedience Control violence halluncinatory programmes Septicaemic interzone, psychic distortions Satellite sickness TV junk No civil disobedience No civil disobedience No civil disobedience No civil disobedience No civil disobedience Insecticide shots for criminal cops All jails are concentration camps all judges are bought Everyone's a prostitute Everyone's a prostitute No civil disobedience No civil disobedience So look out kid, you keep it all hid You think you're free, but you ain't free, just free to be hit You're an unchannelled frequency Nobody's listening You imbalanced permanent Nobody's listening No civil disobedience No civil disobedience No civil disobedience No civil disobedience No civil disobedience
05 Pills (04:17)
I'm gonna tell the truth,
The truth about you,
Truth about you
You never been true
You ain't nothin
You got nothing to say
Shine a light on you
You fade away
Fade away
I'm gonna tell the truth,
The truth about you,
Truth about you
You never been true
You ain't nothin
You got nothing to say
Shine a light on you
You fade away
Fade away
I'm gonna tell you the truth,
Woke up.
the truth about you,
still drunk
truth about you
throwin' up
you never been true
pissin blood
you ain't nothin
sick guts
you got nothing to say
sore skin
shine a light on you
burned out
you fade away
holded in
Fade away
I'm gonna tell you the truth,
can't move
the truth about you,
can't speak
truth about you
cracked head
you never been true
Can't sleep
you ain't nothin
ripped up
you got nothing to say
ripped off
shine a light on you
can't crawl
And you fade away
can't walk
Fade away
I'm gonna tell you the truth,
jet plane
the truth about you,
blasts off
truth about you
jet plane
you never been true
dive bombs
you ain't nothin
bad seed
you got nothing to say
goden spleen
shine a light on you
bad blood
you fade away
dead dreams
Fade away
I'm gonna tell you the truth,
sick blood
the truth about you,
holed skin
truth about you
cracked guts
you never been true
sore speak
you ain't nothin
burned head
you got nothing to say
drunk sleep
shine a light on you
can't walk
you fade away
can't see
Fade away
burned out
holed in
sick guts
sore skin
throwin' up
pissin blood
woke up
still drunk
ripped up
ripped off
can't crawl
can't walk
jet plane
blasts off
jet plane
dive bombs
(underlined with)
bad seed
golden spleen
bad blood
dead dreams
dead dreams
dead dreams
ah
Say you're out to get me
you'll never catch me
You say you're narcoleptic
You're parapletic
Such a scenic syphilitic
psycho-parastic
sub-mosquito
sick-libido
Fucked up you're a sick
Fuck*12
Sick*7
Fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck sick fuck fuck.
07 Keep Your Dreams (05:24)
I believe that sinfulness can burn a soul away
There's no release from nothingness
When love has gone away
Stuck in this acid, you will rust
Time will turn your bones to dust
I can muster, let her go
Keep your dreams, don't sell your soul
Be careful
I believe in forgiveness, hate will eat you whole
Bad blood, a lifelong curse, you've got to let it go
Stuck in this acid, you will rust
Time will turn your bones to dust
I can muster, let her go
Keep your dreams, don't sell your soul
Be careful
I'm going down to the underground
As deep as I can go
08 Insect Royalty (03:35)
Free fall violence
Few reach the soul
Jagged metal bad life
Few reach the soul
I'm a host, i'm a host, i'm a host, i'm a host
To the sucker disease
Parasites, parasites, parasites, parasites
parasites in me
Insects royalty live inside of me
Insects royalty live inside of me
Insects royalty bleed inside of me
Insects royalty bleed inside of me
Mess with the perfume you will get the disease
I know you die, if you don't dream
Feel the heat, Feel the heat, Feel the heat, Feel the heat,
Feel the heat In me
Demon seed Demon seed Demon seed Demon seed
Demon seed In me
Insect royalty live inside of me
Insect royalty live inside of me
Insect royalty bleed inside of me
Insect royalty bleeding inside of me
Insect infect Insect infect Insect infect Insect
Insect infect Insect infect Insect infect Insect
Insect infect Insect infect Insect infect Insect
Insect infect Insect infect Insect infect Insect
10 Swastika Eyes (Chemical Brothers mix) (06:33)
Your soul don't burn
You dark the sun
Rain down fire on everyone
Scabs, police, government thieves
Venal, psychic amputees
Parasitic your syphilitic
Parasitic your syphilitic
Swastika eyes
You got swastika eyes
You got swastika eyes
Swastika eyes
Swastika eyes
Vent my spleen
I'll keep my dreams
My flesh, my bones, my soul
I own
My mind's a weapon, immune from infection
Blood in my eyes, my vision is clear
Parasitic your syphilitic
Parasitic your syphilitic
Swastika eyes
You got swastika eyes
You got swastika eyes
Swastika eyes
Swastika eyes
I see your
Autosuggestion psychology
Ellimination policy
A military, industrial illusion of democracy
Swastika eyes
Swastika eyes
Swastika eyes
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