The oddly successful spoken word duo Sleaford Mods finding themselves in a classic punkögonblick: Acclimatization in finrummen. They began their careers with the shout of piss and sweat, became widely embraced on the basis of his charming arrogance, and finds himself now in the lismande music industry they always hated.
concerns about it. One moment, insightful – as when they acknowledge that they have been champagnesocialister with hipsterfans – and the next desperate self-pitying (”of course we’re fucking relevant!”)
The fragmented thoughts gormas over the unusually lavish beats. More instruments than the bass and drums! Sometimes with a little triphopsväng and grunge. But the richer productions does not weigh up for mental confusion. Sleaford Mods need to find a new way to hate the world.
Best tracks: ”Kebab spider”
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