Sleaford Mods – Broadcast, Glasgow, Wed 5 Nov
- Ryan Drever
- 7 November 2014
'21st century British frustrations with a style and intelligence that is at once commanding'
‘It's all so fucking boring’: just one of many spit-spattered phrases to be gobbed on one's face courtesy of Sleaford Mods’ Jason Williamson. But it's true. Or feels like it sometimes. In these times of constant information and 'trending', what actually means anything anymore in terms of truly affecting, personal music? What sticks? When does the hype end and the genuine impact begin?
Ask these questions to any of the couple hundred Glaswegian sweatboxes stumbling upstairs and out of the doors at Broadcast with blood still pumping, throats raw from rallying cries, unflinching smiles from ear to ear and fingers itching to sink a celebratory pint and they'll say 'Sleaford Mods'. Two men from the Midlands. One plays homespun punk grooves off a laptop while skulling a beer and bobbing his head, the other reels off 21st century British frustrations with a style and intelligence that is at once commanding, hilarious and utterly rousing.
Williamson convulses like he's speaking in tongues, and he may well be given that everyone packed into Broadcast's dungeon-like crevice shouts every word back in return like it’s gospel. This isn't the 'next big thing' and they aren't 'ones to watch'. This is just Sleaford Mods. And it's fucking exciting.
Broadcast, Glasgow, Wed 5 Nov.