Fizzy

The Sleaford Mods put on a good show last night at Spanky Van Dykes. The venue itself isn’t quite as sleazy as the name suggests but the crowd almost was: a motley assortment of old skins, ex-casuals, out of place indie-girls, hipsters and hangers-on. Those that had hair favoured grease, sideburns and quiffs. Surprisingly, Jason Williamson is even angrier in the flesh than he is on record – bile-fuelled, foul-mouthed, ranting, red-faced and sweaty – but viscerally cathartic in the best punk tradition. Fearny, for one, grins joyfully throughout. They’d be perfect in the back-room of a pub; I’m glad I caught them (just) before they move up to bigger venues than this one.