Life during Primal Scream’s druggiest period must have been a constant stream of surprises. When I tell them that it’s hard to imagine a rock’n’roll band sitting down to write certain songs on More Light (the sprawling River of Pain’s impromptu orchestral crescendo being a good example), they look unsure as to what I mean, so I illustrate the example by saying that it’s easier, for example, to picture them writing a Stonesy guitar number like 1994’s Rocks.
“Rocks?” splutters Innes. “I didn’t even know we’d written it!”
At first I assume he’s joking but it turns out he’s deadly serious.
“[Alan] McGee phoned us up going: “You’ve got a great song,” and I thought: what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I can definitely remember recording it,” adds Gillespie, as if this deserves some kind of prize.
Oh, Primal Scream. Never change.
(I am very much looking forward to the new album.)