Sleaford Mods are the Nottingham duo of Jason Williamson (vocals + lyrics) and Andrew Fearn (music). After a short break following last year’s release of their breakthrough album Key Markets, Rough Trade Records are excited to announce T.C.R., a 5-song EP which will be available on October 14th digitally and on 12” vinyl. It’s available to preorder now. Check out the title track – and its brand-new music video – for the first time here.
T.C.R. EP tracklisting:
2. I Can Tell
3. Britain Thirst
4. Dad’s Corner
5. You’re A Nottshead
Jason Williamson discusses T.C.R.: “The idea behind the T.C.R. video was to show and use the actual 1980’s toy racing kit in its original environment which would of most probably been the living room floor for most kids at that time. It’s a pretty crap device and I thought it married perfectly to the idea of life’s (at times) rotating dross. The narration/vocal over the song is just that, an account of a bloke reacting to what he feels is a routine laden existence by ‘escaping’ for the night to the pub only to realize this is also a limited experience and in turn all options kind of merge into a circular experience of never ending repetition that he tries to navigate.”
The lyrics follow.
Sleaford Mods signed to Rough Trade earlier this year and have been spending the last year playing shows and huge festivals (Field Day, Melt, Roskilde, Glastonbury, Jools Holland, etc) and prepping new material, some of which is on this EP. Their one and only US performance so far was in Brooklyn at The Wick in late 2014, and it sold out almost immediately. The band plans a long-awaited return to the US in Spring 2017 preceded by a new full-length album. They are also releasing a live album this September via Harbinger Sounds titled Live At S036, which documents a hot and sweaty night in Berlin in June 2015.
Born partly out of frustration and partly by accident sometime around 2006, Sleaford Mods quickly found its feet as an aggressive verbal onslaught on all that is contrived and connected to the day-to-day hammer of low paid employment and the domestic situations arising from that trap.
Total control racing
I was supposed to being goin out.
That took ages. Kids are ardcore ‘arent they? they don’t mess about, Madhouse, Chit chat. Duties. More nappies, then I managed to get out, the sharp night whistled around my coat as I motioned up to the main road. The wails of ya off spring behind ya cracking windows, its hard innit, when you plan to do something but at that moment you realize, its not quite right, not really something you should be doing tonight. World before me, a few hellos, expectant mums with blokes that I know. The bus whirred, 3.50 all day ticket but I knew deep down I wasn’t gunna use it, later!!.
Total Control Racing
Total Control Racing
I arranged my coat on the front seat and blended in with the low lighting
People on their way out too, talking. Everyone still looks like ena sharples and ray reardon, people need to move on, that fifties look can do one.
Elvis has definitely left the fucking building, I got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful. I eyed the 5.8, i thought about it, I thought about his face when I asked if he had any riocca, he didn’t like it, don’t look at me like that, like ya think I’m some wine twat, I like it, I sit in the house a lot, eventually you get an idea. Little shit, go and listen to some fuckin garage punk you pointy little tit