Primus are at their tightest and most precise yet on their most popular record to date, 1995's Tales From The Punchbowl.
Unfortunately it doesn't make for the magnificent album that it's set out to be. It's actually quite predictable (well, as much as Primus can be), overly polished and seems like Claypool & the boys are set on auto-pilot for the better half of the album. It starts out really, really strong and begins getting weaker with each song past the half-way mark, until you reach the light at the end of the grapevine. As an introduction to the mainstream, it's pretty safe for the casual listener. For a longtime Primus fan, it falls a bit short compared to previous records.
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