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Review: Festival favourites and working-class heroes Sleaford Mods hail from the East Midlands and have become the voice of the oppressed and the pissed off. Their gritty, lo-fi, raw and stripped-back music is powered by punky electronic beats and overlaid with bars spat out with real anger and ire. They have churned out plenty of it by now, subtle tweaking the template each time but never losing the visceral appeal. This new album UK Grim - a play on UK Grime? - is more dancefloor focussed than before it with the angst and pitfalls of modern life all addressed. It's another winner, no doubt.

Review: If you don't know what Nottingham duo Sleaford Mods are all about by now then where have you been? They lay down raw, ragged MIDI beats that are deceptively simply but impossibly catch, with pressing social commentary and Tory baiting lyrics over the top. This new album UK Grim - a play on UK Grime, no doubt - is even more dance floor focussed than any before it. The gritty reality of modern life and all its pitfalls are in sharp focus throughout making it another gem from this much loved duo that also somewhat redefines their sound in new ways.

Review: RECOMMENDED
There's no doubt this latest long form from Nottingham's finest and most astute working class commentators is the album the UK needs right now. Sadly, though, with its scathing commentary of Britain's pandemic and Brexit-era suicidal (or at least kleptocratic) tendencies - many of which you could argue the country brought on itself - we're not 100% convinced this is the album we deserve.

Worthy or not, LP #6 for the Mods-proper couldn't cut deeper into the blue veins of The Establishment. Landing sucker-punches on everything from Dominic Cummings to the dreariness of English suburbia, and the tragicomedy of claustrophobia, negligence and denial that descended on the islands when COVID-19 made landfall. All set to the duo's typically funky, pared-back, hook filled DIY electro-punk tones, we'll wager this one features in all the lists come year end.

Review: Unabashed satirical wares straight outta Nottingham, Sleaford Mods somewhat charming embrace of British provincialism sees the semi-ironic nature of their music nestle itself in a space shared with Jamie T, Mike Skinner and Blackout Crew. Slightly wayward, political and patronising, their music can sometimes come off something like a scene out of Peep Show, though however tongue-in-cheek their commentary of the UK life can be, it's a gloriously proud album of cultural identity, and in among references to chip tune, bedroom produced beats, alternative Madchester-era sounds to rap and spoken word, it's a record embracing hoodies and trainers as much as it does anarchy and builder's tea. Oi!

Review: Unabashed satirical wares straight outta Nottingham, Sleaford Mods somewhat charming embrace of British provincialism sees the semi-ironic nature of their music nestle itself in a space shared with Jamie T, Mike Skinner and Blackout Crew. Slightly wayward, political and patronising, their music can sometimes come off something like a scene out of Peep Show, though however tongue-in-cheek their commentary of the UK life can be, it's a gloriously proud album of cultural identity, and in among references to chip tune, bedroom produced beats, alternative Madchester-era sounds to rap and spoken word, it's a record embracing hoodies and trainers as much as it does anarchy and builder's tea. Oi!

Review: Perhaps unexpectedly for some given they're a band comprising a furious and profane man and another drinking lager whist staring at his laptop, Sleaford Mods have proved themselves on outfit ready to take on the world. Moreover, 'English Tapas', their fourth record to date, proves that they're only growing in stature and vitality with each record, but proving themselves a band who transcend genres as effortlessly as they summon up a particularly timely and unique brand of fierce invective. Place 'em on a lineage involving John Cooper Clarke, The Fall and The Streets if you like, but 'English Tapas' is very much of the now and possessed of a gritty intensity that is all this duo's own.

Review: Hailed by some as an invigorating two-finger gesture directed at the blandness and homegeneity of the modern music world, yet castigated by others as a mindlessly yobbish throwback, Sleaford Mods have divided opinion like few bands of recent memory. Yet 'Key Markets' would seem to form the point at which they truly leave the stereotypes of yore behind and make their mark as a gritty and vital force; punk rock in spirit yet informed here by krautrock groove, electronic music and hip-hop, and dominated by the incandescent ire of vocalist Jason Williamson, this is a dazzling monument of modern misanthropy, a triumphant and paradoxically life-affirming statement of disenfranchised rage.

Review: Hailed by some as an invigorating two-finger gesture directed at the blandness and homegeneity of the modern music world, yet castigated by others as a mindlessly yobbish throwback, Sleaford Mods have divided opinion like few bands of recent memory. Yet 'Key Markets' would seem to form the point at which they truly leave the stereotypes of yore behind and make their mark as a gritty and vital force; punk rock in spirit yet informed here by krautrock groove, electronic music and hip-hop, and dominated by the incandescent ire of vocalist Jason Williamson, this is a dazzling monument of modern misanthropy, a triumphant and paradoxically life-affirming statement of disenfranchised rage.

Review: Sleaford Mods' violent verbal pugilism and furious ire has made them a sensation, yet it wasn't for want of trying - their breakthrough record 'Austerity Dogs' was actually their sixth, and moreover the duo of Jason Williamson and Andrew Fearn aren't likely to run out of things to vent spleen on any time soon. Chubbed Up, which is here reissued by Ipecac, is an early singles collection, in which barrages of righteous rage like 'Jobseeker' and 'Tweet Tweet Tweet' are deployed in deadpan and incendiary fashion. Transcending their spiritual forebears The Fall and John Cooper Clarke with venom and vitriol to spare, Sleaford Mods have never felt more vital and more necessary, and this album catches them at their finest.