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Bambi / Scenery by Sleaford Mods
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7/10 Clinton 12 December 2013

Two brand new, never-before-released tracks by our coveted Album of the Year winners who are obviously doing something right in order to provoke the kinds of discussion  which have echoed around our office in recent weeks.

The hoopla surrounding their brutal punk-inspired hip hop(?) diatribes is perhaps overdone, but neither are they the updated MC Pitman comedy act that detractors could have you believe. One of their main strengths to me lies in the hugely inspired loops over which Jason Williamson barks his everyman musings. Often sounding like loops of parts of Fall or Can records they give the music a crunchy, highly rhythmic, minimal appeal that belies some of the more lad-ish ranting which threatens to derail the insidious excitement of their music. To me, the words veer between Cooper-Clarke style shards of lyrical brilliance, laugh-out-loud social commentary, and saying the word ‘cunt’ a few more times than is strictly necessary.

‘Bambi’ is a typical effort: over a minimal kraut loop Williamson rants against music industry fools, the whole thing sounding like Half Man Half Biscuit's Nigel Blackwell fronting Suicide. The lack of any variation in the music works to its strength - a pulsing, never-changing dirge that does what it needs to with minimum of fuss.

‘Scenery’ on the B side uses a flash sighting of a post-punk bass line as the bedrock for booze-fuelled rants against today’s shit consumerism. It could be levelled at Sleaford Mods that it's easy to complain at everyone and blame everything on someone else without offering much of a solution, but this is the angry sound of battle trodden, unheard English voices that have simply had enough. When it's done with such skill and verve - as with opening lines such as "The wet soaks the building half-way down / It's all I can see apart from the fucking car park” - you know that this is truly necessary music whether you find it palatable or not. 


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