Sleaford Mods - All That Glue
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In six short years Sleaford Mods have become one of the most confounding British pop stories. One of its best. Their music is drawn at a flawless fault-line of anger, tenderness and humor, a triumvirate of raw energy which frequently jostles in the space of a cadence for supremacy. On record you can hear their sinews, live you can touch their veins. If you want a taste of the start of their journey, there is little more visceral reminder of their candidacy for chart success than the decision to name their debut album, Wank. Yet here we are.
As the incendiary frontman and mouthpiece of Sleaford Mods, it is Jason Williamson’s job – his vocation, even – to mentally notate the specific turns of British society and transpose them with the strong arm of pop music. To spit on its shoes and polish them up nice. To glare in its face and document its smallest details. Give Jason a Motorik riff and he’ll handsomely reward you with clenched fists, to knock you back with the sour taste of Britain in a nutshell.
Sleaford Mods are the only band in Britain you could comfortably stick in front of any crowd and count upon mass conversion. They are a brute live force, tenderized and pockmarked by the humor of beatmaker Andrew Fearn’s finger-tapping ennui and Ja-son’s idiosyncratic showmanship. There’s something immensely relatable about Sleaford Mods and the energy they exude.
This is a releasing a career-spanning double album retrospective, titled "All That Glue."