Primus
Conspiranoid

...sleepless night...

yet another one, one of the many from these recent months; luckily, there is the Music of my cousin Les. To whom (referring to the cousin) I immediately apologize for not having yet talked about his latest discographic gem, now several weeks after its release.

And since 2017, there hadn't been any new little songs from Primus; five years without the formidable trio are really too many, too much.

Only three tracks, for about twenty minutes of "PsychedelicTrip"; recorded I believe in Les's personal studio, located in his rustic residence in El Sobrante (what a phantasmagoric "Claypoolian" name!!!) California; accompanied in his bold movements by the sincere and reliable companions Larry and Tim, on guitar and drums respectively.

Nothing new in the listening, and that's understandable. The usual sound condensation that engulfs and devours almost every musical genre. From Pop to Rock, passing through Progressive and Psychedelia. Strong splashes of Funk and Metal seal and consolidate a sound that has set a standard and is already history and legend to be handed down to future posterity...pardon sovereignty.

The auditory incandescence of the opener "Conspiranoia" opens the EP. Eleven-plus minutes of the longest track ever recorded by the three. You are completely immersed in the seventies listening to the lucid flow of the track, with that bass so pulsating and immediate that it sets the law, creating a modus operandi still unique and never matched by anyone else. Les's shrill, mocking voice as usual rails against modern society and above all America. Mystical, shamanic slowdowns; dynamic, precise, and incisive restarts. Despite the titanic length, everything flows wonderfully (I am, as always, damn biased, you know!!!); a kind of narcotic dream invades the scene, thanks also to a brief solo by Larry that reminds me of Pink Floyd's Animals. Oblique metrics; frequently syncopated drum tempos: after all, Tim is a phenomenon from this point of view. Towards the end of the track, a slender but ever so appropriate keyboard sound breaks in.

Minutes that calm my insomnia... that relax me... that tell me I don't want to say anything about the other two tracks...

...because now I'm sleepy...

Thank you Les, for the millionth time...

Ad Maiora.