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Possibly the greatest rock ‘n’roll outfit to walk the Earth, Primal Scream have doneit all. They went there, they did it, they bought (and no doubt spent several months in it too) theT-shirt. A group made up of magnificent parts, withorigins in the finest indie known to man such as The Jesus & Mary Chain, The Stone Roses, Felt and My Bloody Valentine. They are the dirty disco half dozen, the boogie outlaws, the drug-munching cosmic pop voyagers, rounded up like the last gang in town. Truly, there is no finer band. Essentially the vision of oneman, Bobby Gillespie, here was an individualreligiously enthralled to the power and joy of music.Very often seen with a large sportsbag of tunes, ithas been Gillespie’s total belief in the power ofmusic. Alarmingly, Dirty Hits is the first ever Primal Scream compilation. With 18 tracks taken from Screamadelica onwards, it’s not the full story. An exhaustive box set, though, would be bloody essentiallistening. Sadly there’s nary a sign of the first two albums or even the C86 in excelsis of Velocity Girl instead this collection kicks off where it all started to get interesting. Hearing Loaded now, it seemslike it has always been there. Barely a yoof-relatedproduct has gone un-soundtracked by it. It’s a birrovaanthem, built around an Andrew Weatherall remix of atrack from 1989’s eponymous second album. The era was Madchester, when every indie Herbert imaginables wapped his cardigan for a dance element and had their brief spell in the low 30s of the charts. It gave the Screamtheir first proper hit and the most mental Top Of The Pops moment ever, with Bobby failing miserably toremember the only eight words he sings on it. Torealise how amazing Screamadelica was in 1991, andstill is now, look no further than Higher Than The Sun – a thing of great beauty – and the mobile phone-tastic Movin’ On Up. When the Scream came back in 1994 with Give Out But Don’t Give Up, and their partyrockin’, er, Rocks, they found themselves usurped by label mates Oasis. Suddenly the Scream looked like old, and very bad news with rumours of heavydrugs and the general unpleasantness of touring with Depeche Mode. Thankfully, they got their shit together and in 1997 released the near perfect Vanishing Point. Quietly, in tunes such as Kowalski and Burning Wheel, the Scream were regaining their magnificence. By 2000, and it was full-on next level. Xtrmntr is this century’s finest album – a blistering, blinding shaft of punk anger, funk chaosand wobbly sloganeering. The four tracks from it here – Accelerator, Kill All Hippies, Swastika Eyes and the sublime Shoot Speed Kill Light – are the best things any other band has ever done ever. Fact. The sonic terrorism continued onto Evil Heat, yet not quite as convincingly.Miss Lucifer is a fine Teutonic klash-up, and Deep Hit Of The Morning Sun Dirty Hits ends with a remix of the Kate Moss-assisted, Lee Hazelwood cover, Some Velvet Morning, and the pleasant Autobahn 66. Dirty Hits, then. If you want a high class taster of what Primal Scream are about,then you’re in the right place. If you’re then compelled to buy the rest of their canon, then all the better. For those about to shake, boogie, kraut out,starjump badly and yes even rock, then the Screamsalutes you. Fantastic.