Is there a Nineties rock legend version of the Bat-Signal? A vintage strobe they flash up into the geopolitical ash clouds of the 2020s to summon sonic superheroes of Gen X’s youth? Last week, The Cure rose from the grave to run us a warm bath of gothic solace. Now Primal Scream are back with Come Ahead, a ridiculously funky stew of a record that all but laces your Gazelles, flops your fringe over your eyes and drags you onto the dance floor for a baggy-limbed boogie.
The shapeshifting indie-dance combo’s first album in eight years (and their first since the death of former keyboardist Martin Duffy) arrives fully loaded with flute, horns, bongos, maracas, a banging gospel choir and bulletproof bass lines as tight’n’rubbery as Batman’s bodysuit. Bobby Gillespie’s surly-slurry vocal snakes through the mix, rekindling your own inner sneer of resistance.
