Photo by Bobby McBride
With this year’s NorthSide festival – especially its opening day, Friday, being fairly pop-heavy – Primus were the first ‘proper’ act for many people in search of ‘serious’ music, or at least the first band of the day to have material anyone over say 25 might recognize. Primus are god-damned legends though, and this was my first ever experience seeing them perform. After just enough beer to be buzzed – and just enough bitching at my friends for not heading down to see them – I was in position.
They hit the stage promptly and played through a “hits” heavy set to an increasingly ecstatic mix of young and old. The crowd enjoying it most of all were the hard-core Primus fans – many were spotted with vintage Primus shirts and throwing around a plastic inflatable pig like a beach ball, an appropriate activity when Les Claypool donned his pork mask and played “Mr. Krinkle”. Claypool masterfully alternated between 4-string, upright and 6 string. Stage banter was at a minimum though – Les breaking the silence after the 2nd number to thank “Run The Jewels for sorting us out earlier back stage – you know what I mean?”.
Being a teen in the 90s – and finally getting to see Primus within’ walking distance of my home was sublime. Claypool and co. were tight as a duck’s ass – played everything I wanted to hear (highlights were John The Fisherman, Jerry Was A Racecar Driver and crowd fave – “My Name Is Mud”). In fact – as the rain descended down upon us during Primus, “My Name Is Mud” would become my personal theme for the day, as we all slowly changed into abomidable swamp people in the quagmire that became the festival grounds shortly after.
Primus, however, were an early highlight for me and your weird uncle who still lives at home. As one of their album titles suggests – they were certainly “Anti – Pop”
Primus, however, were an early highlight for me and your weird uncle who still lives at home. As one of their album titles suggests – they were certainly “Anti – Pop” (4.5/6)