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Acts of Fear and Love

It’s 2030 and Britain is hosting the centenary edition of the Fifa World Cup™. A decade on from Brexit, the UK has torn off the shackles of European control to become the richest and most powerful country in the whole world, and Prime Minister Johnson is keen to rub it in the faces of all those naysayers who thought we couldn’t do it. For the opening ceremony, he takes to the Wembley stage with a hologram of Sepp Blatter and a portly, middle-aged Wayne Rooney. The trio shake hands, release a flurry of doves painted the colours of the Union Jack, and introduce the musical entertainment. Rooney wanted the Stereophonics, but the ever-tactful Johnson has plumped for recent Glastonbury headliners Slaves. The greying ‘punks’, lightly pinking in the London sun, run through a short salvo of ‘Vindaloo’, ‘Ooooooh Naughty!’ (the new single that will feature on their upcoming greatest hits compilation) and a couple from their truckload-selling third LP Acts Of Fear And Love. A global audience of over one billion bloody love it, you mug.

Slaves
Spit It Out

Spit It Out is the first single and opening track from Slaves’ new sophomore album Take Control. Rip roaring punk revival stuff that’ll inspire your next riot, or maybe mini riot, or at least have a good night on the tiles. Produced by ex-Beastie Boy Mike D, and an exclusive to this release track on the B-Side.

Slaves / Wonk Unit
Take Control / We Are The England

Slaves, the Tunbridge Wells punky outfit responsible for one of our least favourite singles from the last year, have persuaded another band to associate with them. Wonk Unit take the B-side of the Take Control / We Are The England split single. And those titles makes me think: is this a Brexit single? 1500 7” copies out there on Virgin EMI.
  • Artist(s):
  • Slaves

Slaves
Take Control

Energised and fervent second album from mercury faves, Slaves. Produced by ex-Beastie Boy Mike D (He also guests on one of the tracks), they push into heavier and more politically charged material. Tonally you can hear Mike D’s sheen, mixing 90s hip-hop and elements of The Damned and The Cramps.

Slaves
Are You Satisfied (bonus tracks)

Naturally it's Tunbridge Wells that produced the world's worst band, and now Slaves get to enter the wonderful world of RSD with a deluxe edition of 'Are You Satisfied', chock full of bonus tracks that beg the question: "why make 31 flavors when you can't get vanilla right?". Features some tracks that are apparently live favourites, whatevs.
  • Artist(s):
  • Slaves
  • Label(s):
  • EMI

Slaves
Feed The Mantaray

Just look at them. It's fair to say that Slaves haven't been invented to appeal to ears of my vintage.  An appearance of this single on the Shaun Keaveny show this morning came very close to spoiling my breakfast They make a right old racket of barely listenable rawk with cockney vocals and buzzsaw riffs. Uuurgggh. 

Slaves
Sockets

Oh goody, a new single from Slaves! The chirpy Tunbridge two have grabbed Sockets from their album Are You Satisfied?, and backed it with a B-side. The music is fairly straight-forward punk rock, but it’s the vocals that get me: aggravating shouts, and not in the good way. Heavy-vinyl 7” on Virgin EMI.

Slaves
Cheer Up London

Well this new single, from questionably named Tunbridge Wells duo Slaves, is awful from pretty much all perspectives. Bringing us back to lower-end mid-2000s indie with some patronising lyrics: the B side to the Cheer Up London 7” single is titled Why Would You?, and that just seems to sum it all up.

Slaves
Are You Satisfied

Debut full-length from Slaves, the Tunbridge Wells band who have been rightly castigated recently for their dodgy name. Thirteen tracks of well-polished sort-of punk with a snarky attitude, packaged in pink with a disco ball of foil. Contains several ‘anthems’, no doubt, including recent single ‘Cheer Up London’.

Slaves
The Hunter

Gritty cool kids Slaves hail from the dull placid towns of Maidstone and Tunbridge Wells -- both part of the garden of England that is Kent -- and attempt to fuck shit up with angular riffs and shouty vocals that suggest a tamer, less coughing 'n' wheezing Sleaford Mods. The Hunter is their new thing and you will like it if you think Kasabian + psych rock = the musical apex.