Being a die hard Primus fan since about the time of Pork Soda, I may very well have driven more Primus through my auditory canal than any other band. Fluent in their cryptic vernacular, I have discerned that many Primus fans seem to think that Frizzle Fry, their first real album, was their best. I’m no exception. While all of their albums are good, I also tend to agree with those that site a negative correlation between how recent a Primus album is, and how much hiney it kicks. In fact, their last album, Brown, despite a few good songs, was my least favorite Primus work ever. This saddened me dearly, and I began to fear I would loose my favorite band to the vortex of no-name bands that got a name and forgot how to play. I writhe with glee to announce that this disturbing trend is very much over. While I cant go so far as to say that its better than Frizzle Fry, Antipop is right up there, and in ways resembles Frizzle Fry more than any other album. But Antipop takes off where Frizzle Fry stopped, retaining the funk and punk, and adding a whole new layer of coolness. I love the backup vocals of Martina Topley-Bird in “Dirty Drowning Man”, the ambient sound effects at the start of “Greet The Sacred Cow”, the Floyd-ish effect laden “Eclectic Electric” (almost too Floyd for comfort, but you know what they say about imitation), and the haunting Tom Waits collaboration “Coattails of a Dead Man”.Guitarist Ler, who seemed to have fallen off the earth during the recording of Brown and been replaced by a monkey, is back with a vengeance, along with a few other guitar wielding guests. Les seems to have finally gotten over trying to be a one man band, and gone back to being only half of Primus, though the better half no doubt. Brain, the new drummer, does a fine job, and is proving himself to be not only a pseudo-mexican, but a pseudo-worthy successor to Herb as well. About the only thing missing is a song about fishing. I highly recommend this excellent Primus installment.