There are glimmers of musical progression on Sleaford Mods’ ninth album: Jason Williamson sings the odd line, and there are even occasional choruses. But, pleasingly, for the most part it’s business as usual, which means Williamson venting his anger at everything from neoliberalism to the NME website, atop Andrew Fearn’s rudimentary beats. Given the social-chronicling nature of Williamson’s rants, it’s perhaps inevitable that Brexit looms large, whether explicitly on the standout Dull (“all the oldies vote for death”), or more obliquely, as on the bleak imagery of BHS. Almost as engaging are his colourful character sketches, most notably the repellent fitness instructor on opener Army Nights.
