Don’t be a tit rifle. Play from your fucking heart.

Off the back of my last post, a few people have taken issue with my love of Morrissey. He’s clearly not everyone’s cuppa, but that was my point. In a world of bland, boring, apolitical music, he’s one man who’s not afraid to have an opinion and shout about it. Whether it’s Coldplay, Kasbian, Bastille, Ed Sheeran, Kaiser Chiefs and the like serving up their torturously vanilla fare, some X Factor muppet’s soulless cover versions or the latest R&B twat wanging on about Cristal, limos and nightclubs, it’s hard to find an actual point of view in contemporary music, let alone what you might call protest music. All too often, the passion, politics, piss and vinegar comes from old farts like Springsteen, Dylan and Neil Young. If Bill Hicks was still around, he’d be appalled (as is made clear above). And as a parent, I’d be horrified if my kids got into Mumford & Sons or the like.

I know I’m at risk of sounding like an old fart when I diss current music and bring up the crusty old artists I love, so I was excited to hear from a mate about an excellent group who absolutely aren’t in the heritage rock Uncut set. Sleaford Mods are a brilliantly demented pair of grumpy fuckers who use the medium of ranting electronic punk rock beat poetry to tear strips off all the shit they hate, from hipsters with fake accents to Oasis (“Butlins indie”), Jamie Hince of The Kills, Thatcher, the Royal family, Tories, Chumbawaumba (who “weren’t political, they were just crap”) and “St George’s Flag twats”. On You’re Brave, a wannabe hipster dad completely cops it: “Nicked your biscuits, laughed with your mates, wanked in your toilet, you fucking tit rifle.”

The heavy atmosphere of punky rage with the bullshitometer turned up to 11 feels like a mash-up of all manner of heroic trouble-makers from Suicide, PiL, Squirrel and G-Man-era Happy Mondays, The Streets, The Fall, Dizzee Rascal, Manic Street Preachers and Johnny from Mike Leigh’s Naked to the poetry of John Cooper Clarke and the films of Alan Clarke. “Anger is an energy” as John Lydon once growled and this is a gloriously contrary racket that’ll remind every kid picking up a guitar/microphone/keyboard/sampler/whatever that music can and should be a life-changing force with the power to bust the chops of hypocrites and arseholes. Stick on Sleaford Mods’ new album Divide and Exit and scare the neighbours. Share it with the teenagers in your life. After all, as our old friend Bill wondered, “When did mediocrity and banality become a good image for your children?”

Advertisements

About antmelder
Creative Partner at DDB Sydney; passionate vegetarian; lover of books, boxing and Bruce Springsteen.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: