Austerity Dogs [VINYL]
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Sleaford Mods started out sometime during 2006 whilst Jason Williamson was living in Nottingham. Born out of part frustration and part accident, it quickly found its feet as an aggressive verbal onslaught on all that is contrived and connected to the day-to-day hammer of low paid employment and domestic situations arising from that trap. After a year of working ideas out in both the studio and in live performance around Nottingham, Williamson moved south and took the cause to London for a couple of years, before returning to Nottingham in 2009. Soon after that he that he met Andrew Fearn and the Sleaford Mods became a duo. Fearn's first work was on the production of 'Wank' the Mods' fifth CDr album. Soon after he started stalking the studio and stage with Williamson. Just after the release of 'Wank' the duo were invited to play a three day festival curated by Nottingham's Rammel Club. During that weekend they were introduced to the Harbinger Sound label. A meeting which a year later resulted in the release of Austerity Dogs . Numerous shows around the UK and Europe followed, including further festival appearances. Rave reviews of the album have appeared in magazines as diverse as The Wire and Uncut, along with interviews being published both on paper and on the internet, both here and abroad. With more international dates on the horizon including excursions to Poland and Sweden the interest in the Mods continues to spread.
Top Customer Reviews
Fearn (just about everything else). 'Austerity Dogs' signals their
rebirth on the Harbinger Sound label but a few of the numbers on this
album have seen the light of day before on their onanistically-titled
debut (seek and find for greater clarification!) It's an absolute hoot.
Their compositions reflect the kind of socially-conscious, brash, potty-mouthed
and very, very funny spirit which, I feel quite sure, would have had our
long-lost friend Ian Dury chuckling gleefully in the wings were he still with us.
There are twelve tracks in the set. Mr Williamson's voice is an unaffected
and uncompromising joy. He spits and snarls and rants like a man who has had
more than a little experience of Friday nights going badly wrong when the
pubs have shut in Nottingham and the kebab shops and burger vans beckon.
He is also a poet. Sort-of. A crafty rhymer and quite possibly a tad dangerous.
His gritty lyrical inventions crackle and splatter over the foundations of Mr Fearn's
spare arrangements (rattling bass, four-square percussion and rough-and-ready
guitar). It is a nerve-jangling experience. This proves to be a good thing.
Best of the bunch are the hilarious 'McFlurry', a curiously infectious stomper;
'P.P.O. Kissin' Behinds' which sports a jaunty tune worthy of a bargain-basement
version of The Streets and 'Donkey', a surreal little sweat-drenched nightmare.
Play it loud and scare the neighbours!
Utterly fascinating to listen to Jason vent his spleen. Buy it