Reasons to shop with us » 0113 245 4399

1 review »

Brighton-based crew Sealings play a form of post-punk rock wherein the guitars often sound like they are trying to pull far away from the martial rule of the drum-machine / bass guitar rhythm section. Add in some hazed vocals and you have I’m A Bastard, a strong debut. LP released by Faux Discx in collaboration with Italian Beach Babes.

  • LP £18.99
  • Sold out.
  • Shipping cost: n/a
  • NormanPoints: n/a
  • FAUX37
  • FAUX37 / 180g grey coloured vinyl LP on Faux Discx / Italian Beach Babes. Edition of 300 copies
  • Includes download code

Sold out. If you have recently ordered it and it is delayed, please check our order tracking tool for more information before trying to contact us.

SOLD OUT - Sorry

This one has sold out on all formats. Sorry! View them anyway?



I’m A Bastard by Sealings 1 review. Add your own review. 8/10
12 people love this record. Be the 13th!

8/10 Staff review, 15 September 2015

Apparently Sealings think that post-punk could do with a little bit of self-effacement, so they’ve declared themselves bastards before getting sucked into a void of monotone melancholy. With a drum machine at the epicentre of their record, Sealings drag their guitars across the floor, letting them scuzz into the low-end and squeak with unruly distortion. There’s a sense of dictated format on opener “My Boyfriend’s Dead”, but it’s torn away in the band’s gruesome treatment of guitar -- no real melodies to speak of, just a hatched escape plan.

On “No Summer” the guitar both oscillates and breathes out strums, as wiry, almost baroque sounds get kicked around the room. The mix is rather compelling, making the four bland walls sound full of very real secrets. Even locked into their systemised, blunt punk sound, this band can create sounds of real emotive force, like the urgent motif that runs underfoot in “Unnerved”, or the gorgeous ambience spectating on the industrial drum march of “Transient Curse”. Their sound is one of change coming from within, of a band bringing themselves down from the inside.

There’s also time for fun, with the baritone brooding of “Hey Bernice” juxtaposed with surf-toned guitars that wobble along a tight rhythm. Something for most lovers of guitars can be found in the abyss of this record; infiltrate it as a post-punk gloomster, come to know love however you want.


Get alerted to new stock from this artist / label.

Your email address will not be abused or shared.