It is unlikely there is anyone lamenting the SECC's decline as a gigging venue, and this disappointing show was a prime example of why that is. Primal Scream themselves must share culpability though, for failing to adjust to their surroundings.
The sound throughout the night was consistently poor, and only of satisfaction to someone desiring to hear a band apparently sinking underwater as they performed.
If the punchy noise of Hit Void offered encouragement, that was soon squashed by a Jailbird that lacked swagger, and a version of Accelerator that was simply dull noise mashed together.
Even the usually entertaining presence of Bobby Gillespie seemed withdrawn, save for a sparkly top and some typical onstage shimmying.
At one stage he resorted to joining in with a "here we, here we…" chant, a crowd-pumping gesture that a homecoming gig like this shouldn't have required.
The reason for audience apathy lay with a middle portion comprised of material from this year's More Light album. The mellow comedown of Walking With The Beast, moody Culturecide and twisting jazzy tone of River of Pain are fine, challenging songs, but this was a large crowd wanting to dance and chuck the odd pint about, meaning such material sadly only extended the queues for beer.
The group's faith in their album is deserved, but playing so many languid tunes in one lengthy stretch was asking for trouble, and resulted in the atmosphere dissipating.
Predictably, rather lumpen versions of Country Girl and Rocks stirred the passions more, but it was only a driving Swastika Eyes and a genuinely euphoric Loaded that displayed what an on-form Primal Scream can be like. It was a state they didn't reach enough.