Primus sucks. Now, that’s an odd way to start a blog related to American rock band Primus, but I swear, it has a story.

Over the summer, I saw Primus with my aunt and uncle, and honestly, it was one of the best concerts I’ve been to. Every time I see a concert, I say that, but this time I mean it. It was.. an odd experience, having to get off of a boat after being out on the water weeks beforehand, landing in Los Angeles, getting picked up by my aunt and uncle in Long Beach, eating barbeque, seeing Flying Frog Brigade, Claypool Lennon Delirium, and Primus, and going back to the hotel for 6 hours of sleep before getting back on the boat again for a week.

Needless to say, I felt as if my third eye opened seeing this band. The visuals were great, the pit was amazing during Primus’s set, and the entire bands stage presence is otherworldly, even with Les Claypool’s opening bands. I’ve liked this band before seeing them, while seeing them, and after seeing them.. and I still love them.

Primus rejects mainstream musical paths, has the bassist as their lead singer along with crazy bass lines, amazing drum and guitar solos, and stories about characters rather than personal experiences and commentary on the world.

I love this band. They’re weird, and I personally find comfort in the absurdist band such as this.

P.C.- google, “primus albums”