TS: Primal Scream v Royal Trux

Primal Scream never came up with a line like 'you're so rank, you probably try to lick your own skank'.

BUT I found the Neil Hegarty album good, but a bit disappointing. Still making mind up about Weird War. Want to like it more than I do, I think.

Twin Infinitives isn't exactly an album to start with. It's nothing like Thank You, so that would be in its favour to you, but it's not exactly the most listenable recording ever made.

Jennifer H = actually, well, pretty damn hot, too, I'd do her if I were a lesbian.

So, erm, well. Can we just put on Primal Scream's "Accelerator" (RT, as covered by My Bloody Valentine) and have the best of both worlds?

M

Royal Trux, because Primal Scream have never sounded as frighteningly, helplessly, fatally and fearsomely LOST as 'driving in that car with the eagle on the hood'.

Royal Trux, because Neil and Jennfier don't have to constantly bang on about what huge music fans they are; they just ARE.

Royal Trux, because they've never blethered on about the ills of capitalism with cocaine fresh in their veins and vapid supermodels in their address books.

Royal Trux, because they ARE style icons, not just friends of them.

Royal Trux, because PS never recorded anything as entrancingly, wanly beautiful as 'Back To School'.

Royal Trux, because the quality of a Trux record isn't (wasn't?) wholly and utterly reliant upon whoever was producing the Trux at that moment in time, or whatever was in vogue with the hipsters right then and there.

The Trux have a more motley catalogue than most, but its is often and remarkably inspired...

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Thanks for refusing to print my review, but paraphrasing it on IL*, so it is you who looks clever, not me. Poo. :-P

though your towering and fragile ego seems unable to accept this, i had actually entertained this opinion before reading your piece. i mean, it is a pretty fucking obvious hypocrisy on the part of ver scream.

but no, you're right, you were the first person to ever have this blindingly brilliant and searingly scathing insight. and my decision that your review of most of the tracks off the primal scream album that you'd downloaded off a friend, and not the album itself (in favour of album reviews of other, more deserving records) is, of course, further proof that i am seethingly bitter and jealous of your supreme talent, and currently waging a secret war against you, involving many and various nefarious tricks to keep you out of CTCL.

the last train out of reality just... left... the... station...

Dude, so that's where posters go when they disappear...

incidentally, i remember the Trux being phenomenal live in the heady summer of 1998...

Royal Trux I always mostly approved of where le Primals at their best (or their producers' best) I thoroughly enjoyed. But Bobby could never quite be as much of a frontperson as the one bit on the Royal Trux videotape from some years back where Jennifer Herrema does a semi-chest flash to the audience that's at once bold and, frankly, utterly disturbing.

(T)he epic Twin Infinitives (initially a double-vinyl release) makes its predecessor sound like a product of a crack (no pun intended) Brill Building songwriting team. While reminiscent of Trout Mask Replica in its apparent real-time recording and off-the-cuff melodic lexicon (a feature hammered home by Herrema's slurry, somnolent delivery — she's at her spookiest on "Ice Cream" and the fractious "Jet Pet"), an array of cheap synths mimic the sensory overload of a strip-mall video arcade ("Solid Gold Tooth"). But that's just the half of it: tape-speed manipulations, toy-store instrumentation, blues harp and pornographic moans fade in and out, colliding head-on during the relentless fourteen-minute opus "(Edge of the) Ape Oven." Twin Infinitives is one of those rare albums that will sound as utterly damaged and as wholly out of place a decade from now as it did the day of its release.