With a pocket full of fuzz pedals, inked arms and quite possibly donning matching Doc Martens come Slaves, the Kent duo making short, point blank punk blasts on their debut album.
Switching the oft-used dynamics of a two-piece, Slaves’ standing drummer/vocalist and guitar combo makes for a refreshing spectacle, and playing these songs in a suit would be no easy task.
On first listen their call to arms manifesto may seem a trifle angry, but there’s humour and fun to be found in their reworking of 70s punk and blues-tinged pub-rock, a sound birthed firmly in the capital. ‘Cheer Up London’ is a prime example, Issac Holman sounding like a tannoy-wielding hybrid of Joe Strummer and Frank Carter, railing at the rat race for putting another zero on their paychecks.
‘The Hunter’ and ‘Hey’ flash past in just over five minutes combined, but delivered with such larynx-shredding immediacy they pack a barbed sonic assault. On ‘Sockets’ they’re cribbing Jack White’s guitar effects from ‘Fell In Love With A Girl’ and making it their own, and ‘Feed The Mantaray’ sounds like an irked Jamie T fronting Sham 69.
A solid debut, then, and one most likely coming to a festival stage near you this summer. Buckle up and be satisfied.
Words: Clarke Geddes
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