The Primevals Second Nature
Label | Triple Wide Sound Recording |
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Format | LP |
Release Date | 1st May 2020 |
Catalogue Number | TWP06 |
Additional Info | . |
Some Reviews of Second Nature :
Stewart Lee - "Scotland's resilient blues punks have given the locked-down world their best shot"
Shindig - "Testify - this is rock & roll with genuine soul!"
Next Big Thing - "Can’t wait to see them performing this gear in their Glasgow habitat and further afield as and when the old normal returns."
i94 Bar - "The Primevals occupy swampy, bluesy ground that's been staked out by scores of others bands but rarely this well. Score a copy"
The Scotsman - "Veteran Glasgow garage rockers The Primevals are feeling their age without sounding it on their latest album"
Louder Than War - "Glasgow’s quintessential garage-rock overlords return with their most doggedly political album to date"
We Die Young Here..white faced ashen laced, depicters of lost times that stirred awash with hope and smoke. now ghosts from their lost pasts.
The Older I Get …the magic and mystery of the unknown, the uncertainty that people face , the false hopes and demi-gods, the rightfulness and rashness of opinion faith and beliefs
Best Days…gone from grace and beauty and the things that bring ambiguity, when things cannot change and there is nothing you can do.
All Or Nothing Thinking ..the result of the bad decision and the sad reflections on the black and white words spouted.
Kindness For Weakness…the unknown side the hidden self the one no one knows.
Hardcore …..someone who blows it all away someone you want to take straight up to the mountain top.
The Have Nots .. view themselves as philanthropic yet scared of the radical.
P.T.S.D. the past is now the future the future is now the past.
Heavy Freak Out cartoon character in real life fantasy drama, stripped pyjama smoking a cigar in a trilby, whilst the protagonist lies chewing gum in the back of the police van, found out what it’s all about.
Now Is The Time secrets, lies deceit.
Wonton Destruction everything that is touched is shredded. all reason beheaded in a sea of divine rhythm and complacency.
Reality the swirl of the unwinding uneasiness when all tilts to the side