Beyond our own bubbles of existence is a world that becomes increasingly hard to delineate. Primitive Calculators have got the world pegged (they had it pegged in the '70s) – the whole thing is a fucking mess and it's not going to be cleaned up any time soon. It's a stance Primitive Calculators have maintained across decades – changing only in nuance as it pertains to the electro-tinged noise-punk they create. Our one dependable source for venomous realism has returned with something new, offering another update on the state of the world (it's still fucked) but this time narrowing its scope the to the plight of the individual.
On Drugs is only their third studio album in a career that has spanned four decades. A lot has changed but just as much stays the same. The industrial thumping funk familiar to their previous work, still relentlessly punctuates their noise but there is something new here. The nihilism and rage at the world is still there but so is heartbreak and loss. A personal record? Perhaps, it is certainly an album with undeniable soul, and more startling, the distinct pop undertone. Is this Primitive Calculators answer to a "pop" record? It's even got a ballad. It's a dark, nasty, dire, dirge of a ballad to be true, but a ballad it is. This is not a band resting on it's laurels, Primitive Calculators are shaking their own foundations.