Regardless of your political stance it’s indisputable that we are living in dark and dangerous times. With rise of the alt-right, England leaving the EU and of course the election of Donald Trump you could be forgiven for wanting a good cry. With the seismic shift of the political tectonic plates however there comes emergences in the form of musical brilliance and Sleaford Mods are the mother of all volcanoes. Since 2013 vocalist Jason Williamson and producer/pint holder Andrew Fearn have produced molten hot electro-punk hits.
2017 sees the release of their fourth album English Tapas and if you thought there was a chance they might have mellowed you’d be very, very wrong. Opener Army Nights it’s very much Mods by numbers but it has it’s gems “They call me Dyson I fucking clean up”. Over a drum machine and a thudding bass line, it’s not a particularly dangerous start but it’s an assured one.
The bitter wit follows on Just Like We Do, it opens with Williams mocking pretentious music fans and mumbling about music recorded in the “black forests of Germany”. As Sleaford Mods first post-Brexit record it’d be rude for them to not acknowledge it and they do “Scratching my head as the people burn for what they wanted” sings Williams on Snout.
Nobody is safe from Williams laser sharp deconstruction of them, on Dull he takes aim at NME “Try scrolling down a website, the NME, without laughing, I’ll give you ten quid if you can keep a straight face, Honestly, just fucking try it, mate”. On BHS Williams kicks it up a gear and this time his eyes are fixed on the company’s owner Philip Green. “We’re goin down like BHS while the able bodied vultures monitor and pick at us” sings Williams.
Musically English Tapas can be a bit of a labour of love, Sleaford Mods are sadly victims of their own success and the simplicity that makes them so brilliant also leaves them a bit stuck. It does feel like the Mods are running out of ideas on this album but if you can see past that and appreciate the lyrics that are as brutal as ever then you can take something from this record. There’s no shortage of twats in the world and whilst they exist the Mods will call them out on it like nobody else can.
(Written by Jack Winstanley)