Founder rate ends 9th September.

We’re rebuilding theartsdesk to secure the future of real arts journalism. Be part of it by subscribing: if you do it now, the founders’ rate of just £40 yearly is yours FOR LIFE!

SUBSCRIBE NOW 

CD: Sleaford Mods - Key Markets

East Midlands duo take a fiery stand against Austerity Britain

share this article

Key Markets: a liberal dose of expletives and a fiery attitude

If you have a tendency to use the spellings f*** and c***, perhaps Sleaford Mods are not for you. If you can cope with a liberal dose of expletives and a fiery attitude, however, then Key Markets is as good a reflection of the state of Austerity Britain as anyone has put to music. As with 2014’s breakthrough Divide and Exit album, Jason Williamson lays down barbed snarls and vitriolic stream-of-consciousness vocals, like an East Midlands Travis Bickle, while Andrew Fearn provides claustrophobic grooves made up of minimalist loops and beats that make it clear that neither of them could ever be mistaken for cast members of Made In Chelsea.

Losing none of the snarky edge which has become Sleaford Mods’ calling card, opening tune “Live Tonight” is lairy and in-your-face from the off and reminiscent of The Fall at their best. “No One’s Bothered” addresses paranoia and isolation with Williamson barking, “You’re trapped? Me too” over harsh and monotonous beats that suggest impending violence. “Bronx In a Six” takes down those who make a bit of cash and lose their souls, while “Cunt Make It Up” sneers at the wannabes and fakers with a snarling, “You’re shit. You look like Rocket From The Crypt”. It is, however, on “Face To Faces” that Sleaford Mods really strike gold. A succinct and hugely entertaining demolition of the UK political system, it initially comes off like a neat distillation of the failings of modern capitalism before turning its guns on the Westminster system: “Boris on a bike. Quick. Knock the cunt over.”

If Key Markets sounds like it might be a monotonous and dour political diatribe, nothing could be further from the truth. Jason Williamson may sound vitriolic and, at times, bitter but his lyrics are always witty and often laugh-out-loud funny. It is a fine antidote to those musicians who have been happy to keep their heads down and go along with a programme while the country is taken apart by greedheads.

Jason Williamson may sound vitriolic and, at times, bitter but his lyrics are always witty and often laugh-out-loud funny

rating

4

explore topics

share this article

Help secure the future of arts journalism

In this era of algorithmic recommendation, opaquely sponsored content and AI slop, theartsdesk’s mission to preserve real journalistic and critical values has never been more important.

If you like what you see here, please join us 
in this mission.

Subscribing to the site will help us in our coming 
redesign and expansion.


If you do this before the 9th September this will be at our guaranteed founder’s rate: 
your subs will never increase again.

Subscribe now for £5 per month. 
or yearly for just £40.

Or if you simply want to support us with a one-off donation, you can do so here.

more new music

The genre-crossing musician brings a New Age sheen to his solo piano tribute
The London trio add toilet bowls and ugly crying to the hedonistic glamour
New York band’s blend of folk rock and psychedelia grabs attention
Northern indie four-piece offer a vim-laden snapshot of disenfranchised Britain
Ladysmith Black Mambazo and Laura Mvula shine
Garage, French House and feeling collide in latest release
A creative, inclusive, endlessly imaginative festival for families
Prolific Aussie psychedelicists marry dance and prog sounds
A soaring fusion of atmospheric melancholy and energetic punk