Austerity Dogs

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All image and audio content is used by permission of the copyright holders or their agents, and/or according to fair dealing as per the UK Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Austerity Dogs' is an unhinged, greasy blast of realism gobbing at a dying world staffed by utter tools. There's no special claims made for the city; no grandly romantic nonsense about its worth vis-a-vis other UK cities. Just after the release of Wank the duo were invited to play a three day festival curated by Nottingham's Rammel Club.

High use of swearing and good use of humour, some of the tracks can be found on Wank - the previous album, but are in a more refined format here, and much improved for it for the most part - though I can't help but miss the demo urgency of their predecessors. The inner is sleeve is just plain black paper - not laminated (replaced with an archival quality anti-static sleeve). Similarly, if you need to hear singing, or guitars, or pretty much anything that resembles 'normal' music then forget it. Then, on 'My Jampandy', he tells how "cuts make people stink", whilst 'Fizzy' speaks of "work[ing] my dreams off for two bits of ravioli and a warm bottle of Smirnoff under a manager that doesn't have a clue. Combined with Andrew Fearn’s sparse and rhythmic basslines / beats, it forms a raw and exciting hypnotic cocktail.

But then I gave it one more listen on the web, and one more and one more and then I did by the LP and never looked back since. I also think it's fair to say that this is a highly lyrics-driven album, and that if you don't get those lyrics you will struggle to find anything to like. And judging by the all out assault that he's crafted with the Moth, he must have been a very bad boy indeed. It somehow adds to the rawness of Sleaford Mods, but might piss audiophiles, Outer sleeve and laminated inner sleeve feel great, though.

I first heard the song "Donkey" around New Year when the album was made "Album of the year" at Norman Records and thought is was crap.

It's all absolutely brilliant, and you'll not hear a more unsettling piece of music than 'Donkey''s dystopian half-hop all year. But where Seaton had that individualistic nihilism that so inspired Arctic Monkeys, Sleaford Mods know that you rise as a class or you don't rise at all: "movin' up in the world doesn't mean using the lift, mate/What floor do you want? The music is quite basic, a drum machine, a bass guitar and a few frills, with Jason Williamson venting his spleen and getting a few things off his chest over the top.

Sleaford Mods are untouchable, what I mean is there is no fucking, any fucking body, who comes any fucking where near to them. No-one escapes – bosses, pop stars, wannabe hard men in the pub, pimps, drug dealers…they all get the same treatment. It will polarise the general public with its minimalistic and curse-riddled lyric content, but that is the purpose of this release, just as Williamson talks about how austerity splits the social classes. As with the cold leftovers of last night's kebab hastily consumed on the way to work in the hope of staving off a hangover, it may not be pretty but it's undeniably nourishing. Through heavy touring and a sound that exercises a visceral, sociopolitical stream of consciousness, they are forcibly breaking down the gates of apathy that guard the commercial mainstream.It jumps out of the speakers and squares right up to your face, an eyebrow cocked, an acute feral intelligence in tow. Top tracks as always with Sleaford Mods but on this reissue just released, there is no track listing on the CD or (unlike other SL releases) and no booklet either 🤯 Can anyone who as the original CD tell me if this is a production fault with the reissue or did the original CD from 2013 also have no track listing or booklet? I feel like this has retrospectively been acclaimed as some kind of 'state of the nation' address by critics ever since divide and exit came out when really it's the same miserable ranting they'd been doing for years, but this time happened to come out in the middle of a recession.

They mix a punk snarl with pepped-up hip-hop beats and socially aware lyrics to make an original, energetic, angry and often witty statement that has become essential. If you love what we do, you can help tQ to continue bringing you the best in cultural criticism and new music by joining one of our subscription tiers.With the DJ in mind, optimum sonic integrity has been maintained by removing the CD version's beatless opening and closing tracks, and the remaining 11 tunes have been re-sequenced and re-cut to allow those 4 that have until now not appeared on vinyl to be presented in newly-mastered 12-inch-standard audio across the first 2 sides ('Wounder', 'U Hurt Me', 'Spaceape' and 'Prayer'). Black Moth are four super talented individuals, Harriet Bevan - vocals, Jim Swainston - guitar, Dave Vachon - bass, and Dom McCready, battering the crap out of his drums. You can argue that the one-dimensional approach to the production with the lack of any dynamics after 25 minutes could be the reason for these tracks falling flat, but they are certainly not as catchy and powerful as the earlier tracks. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average.