THE GOOD LIFE as an opener slaps you on each cheek, then pours a pint over your head, and slaps your crisps out your hand. Yes. Add in Gwendoline Christie screaming and BIG SPECIAL’s dulcet tones, we’re sold.
ARE SLEAFORD MODS A REGULAR ON OUR PLAYLISTS?
No, but they should be for anyone who enjoys The Streets, British humor and observation, or straight talking.
If you don’t like the line “I want big bumhole to suck me up”, you can stop reading; this is not for you.
You’ll be forgiven for thinking that is just word soup based on that, but the album is very clearly a rage-written observation about the world around them. It’s just delivered in a punchier, swear-filled brutality.
ELITEST G.O.A.T is something we need; it’s punk in every way it needs to be. Shouty, but for a reason. Being followed up with MEGATON, keeps pushing the thumb on your forehead. If you’ve been oblivious to everything that’s going on in the world, they peel your eyes open and force you to look.
The title track running to The Magic Roundabout is something of a revelation. It feels grim, but that’s the point, isn’t it? Dirty mouth, clean heart.
Don’t be mistaken, though, as much as the delivery is dry and going for the gullet, it can be funny too. It’s that perfect line that only the British get right; they’re cutting you to the core, and you’ll laugh along.
Rolling on to SHOVING THE IMAGES, FLOOD THE ZONE, and KILL LIST. If you weren’t feeling disillusioned with the world already, you will be - and that is the point.
THE UNWRAP is the perfect ending. While the rest of the tracks covered everything from war to social media rot, and many, many maggots. THE UNWRAP finishes us on numb overconsumption.
It’s a car crash. Meaning you can’t look away, and in this case, nor should you.
4/5 Cups
