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Bobby Gillespie is not a man to repeat himself – unless, of course, he’s recounting his druggy excesses, or using a 25-year-old photo of himself on a record cover.
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But certainly his musical outfit Primal Scream have built a 34(!)-year career on a chameleonic adaptability.
Their 11 albums have veered from acid house to gospel, dub to punk, retro to fluoro and now – surprisingly – to pop. Chaosmosis is strong on electronic spangles, synthy choruses, a surprise guest (hi, Sky Ferreira!) and wholesale steals from past legends (hi, Parliament!).
The opening Trippin’ On Your Love is their most despicable song since Country Girl - a Screamadelica parody which reaches peak irritation even before the dreaded Haim enter on the chorus.
But it does get better. (Feeling Like a) Demon Again has a moody propulsion, Where the Light Gets In finds a melodramatic symbiosis with Ferreira, and 100% Or Nothing detonates cleanly.
Gillespie still can’t sing though and the lack of distinctive voice makes their manic assimilation of ideas feel more like a weakness.
(Ignition)