Psychedelic Confessions of a Primal Screamer by Martin St John

Many bands claim to be era-defining. Few are. Primal Scream were. If you have ever wondered what it would be like to be at the birth of one of rock and roll's bastard offspring then this book is for you!
Martin St John was Primal Scream's leather gloved flailing skeleton, bashing away on the tambourine in the 1960s obsessive, garage psych, mid-eighties period.
He was there, bang central, in the middle of the psychedelic maelstrom - in the days before Screamadelica, in the days before TOTP, in the days before Glastonbury - and he has a story to tell. If you think you know Primal Scream, think again.
Psychedelic Confessions of a Primal Screamer will introduce you to six Glasgwegian garage heads hell bent on acid, hard kicks and psychedelia. And there's more again...