Lane, Ler, and Les — the current incarnation of Primus — left us salivating over the course of a lengthy US tour, pushing 2011′s Green Naugahyde with tremendous force as recompense for a 12-year absence. (In hindsight, Antipop wasn’t that goddamned bad, was it?) Tossing in a maximum of four fresh tunes during the summer properly set a new stage in evolution for the funk metal act once smirkingly proud to suck. Demand spread to the LP-hungering masses, and their turn is here. Time to funnel some sludge into your ear holes, fellow prawns.
Green Naugahyde is the end result of taking it back to the old school (“Eternal Consumption Engine”), the chronicled echoes of a fisherman’s mind fuck long forgotten (“Last Salmon Man”), plus a taste of honorary personal reflection stained with pork soda (“Jilly’s on Smack”). In truth, there are few better ways to describe the definitive Primus sound than “funky nightmare rock,” and the album cover echoing Billy from Saw with a little Moral Orel stirred in conveys that pretty well. Everything between self-deprecating humor (“HOINFODAMAN”) and a dose of “Lacquerhead” with the Frizzle Fry touch (“Moron TV”) unrelentingly shoves listeners into bouncy grooves direct from Wonka’s boat rid. – Consequence of Sound