This is the man who crafted one of the most sonically incredible records of all time. His work on Exterminator proves his skills have not diminished. Shields mixes countless tracks of accellerated drums into a thick snakecharm. Layer upon layer of sandstorm guitars and horns sweep over the shifting dunes of beats. The song feels like a drugged-up rush through a packed Punjabi streetmarket.
White flames flare off charred drums as strings turn to magma.
The album has its shortcomings. But the fighting spirit keeps Primal Scream ahead of the pack. Gillespie now sports post-lice hair and mysterious face scratches. He's a battered veteran who's making up for some horrible moments in the past. Rest assured, Rod Stewart will not be able to cover anything from Exterminator .