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Rating: Not even two years to recover after the misstep of the 'Brown Album,' and Primus, led by the fantastic bassist Les Claypool, are back on track with 'Antipop'.
A title (not to mention the cover) that is already a vast program: a kamikaze sonic attack on chart pop!
Eclectic vaudeville in intellectualized crossover sauce: in Primus's music, there's a bit of everything—Sly Stone, Frank Zappa, Jaco Pastorius, Tom Waits, Rage Against The Machine, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tool—all mixed and shaken without mercy.
'Antipop' starts off amazingly: after a brief intro, Electric Uncle Sam begins with full force, and alongside Claypool's sublime bass is the wonderful duel between the guitars of the stylish LaLonde and the monolithic Tom Morello (RATM). Natural Joe is a great return to the classic muddy and piercing sound of their early works, while Lacquer Head dips just slightly into cold nu-metal distortions (with Fred Durst behind the mixer, it's no coincidence) and is truly one of the album's highlights.
The colossal Eclectic Electric, with its deep and disturbing pace, recalls certain '90s prog-metal solutions, not to mention the jazz and thriller delirium of Dirty Drowning Man. But the absolute masterpiece of the album is the concluding Coattails Of A Dead Man: a skewed and Central European waltz that boasts the dark vocals of Martina Topley-Bird and none other than Tom Waits himself behind that paranoid mellotron...
There couldn't have been a better conclusion to such a great return, a shame that this gem did not have a sequel due to an increasingly Zappaesque and dispersed Claypool.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Natural Joe (04:12)
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a.
He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd.
He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a.
But late at night he sneaks on down to the liquor store
for a bottle of sheep dip.
Natural Joe,
got an easy flow.
Whereever he goes
they say "here comes Joe."
Joe, he's a happy Man and he won't do you wrong.
He's one respectable son of a bitch-a.
Now Joe ain't no patriarch,
but he's smooth with the girls.
He ain't no cahuvinistic sone of a bitch-a.
But late at night he sneaks on down to the porno store
for a little bit of ...
Nature Joe,
he's hanging low.
Whereever he goes
they say "here comes Joe."
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a.
He don't like firearms; he don't own knives.
He's one pacifistic sone of a bitch-a.
But late at night he eases on down to the video store
for a little bit of ...
Natural Joe,
got an easy flow.
Whereever he goes
they say "here comes Joe."
Natural Joe,
looking slow and low.
Look there he goes.
Go Natural Joe.
05 The Antipop (05:33)
on the day that I was born
and a thousand merry pranksters
came dancin' through the storm.
07 Greet the Sacred Cow (05:10)
Slice me up a big slab
Of that sympathetic cheer
If im zapped with radiation
They say i'll last another year
Line 'em up now
To Greet The Sacred Cow
My hands are full of protein
My arms are made of fire
If you're calling me a diplomat
I'll be calling you a liar
Line 'em up now
To Greet The Sacred Cow
Line 'em up now
To kill the sacred cow
10 Ballad of Bodacious (03:28)
Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull
over nineteen hundred pounds.
He's born in Galry, Oklahoma
and he's the baddest sonsabitch around
if a Burma bull ever were a super star
then Bodacious just might be.
He's a cream colored, beefy brawn,
full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity.
Who's gonna ride Bodacious?
Who's gonna tame him down?
Look out for Bodacious,
he's bound to hold his ground.
Here comes Bodacious,
ya'll just step aside.
Big and bad Bodacious
takes a toll from those who ride.
Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman
at the start of his buckin' spree
and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle
bkac in Nineteen Ninety Three.
Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals
in Nineteen Ninety Five.
Bodacious had got a little older and wiser
Tuff barely came out alive.
11 Power Mad (03:42)
Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed.
Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show.
How many stabs before we bleed?
Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo,
boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed.
Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show
as we fertilise the seed.
Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad
I only try to do what's right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you choose to fight.
Power mad, driving out of the shadows,
he never tires when he plays.
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
speculating how he'll take on the world some day.
Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show
how many stabs before we succeed.
Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad,
I know my left hand from my right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you lose the fight.
12 The Final Voyage of the Liquid Sky (05:39)
I been fightin' gravity since I was two.
Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below.
Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones.
Drift along liquid sky.
Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain.
Drift along liquid sky.
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