Saturday, 26 March 2011
If you've been reading a wee whiley, you may remember an attempted Primal Scream gig. I say attempted, as that night, the band in a very not rock n roll style finished their gig around half past nine.
This is very poor, even by my standards, which consist of jammies on and bed at the earliest possible opportunity.
Anyhoo, take 2 found me at the 02 place in where I do live, which is the arse end of nowhere, middle Engerland.
So, this time I arrived really really early, so early I had to amuse myself by throwing ice cubes down peoples T shirts for fun. I was there an hour and a half before before the band, to be on the safe side, it'd be pants to miss them twice.
So, 20 years on they play Screamadelica in it's entirety. I missed the 90's music completely being up to my arse in weans and nappies, Postman Pat and the wheels on the bus were the soundtrack to my life then. I now realise that Screamadelica is for the stoned, Mani kept the band's end of the bargain up beautifully, sadly I was drinking diet coke, not a euphanism.
The encore was, again, the best part of the gig. But, as always, being with your best mate and live music is an unbeatable combination.