The modus operandi of prolific Nottingham duo Sleaford Mods might not sound especially promising: it's essentially angry swearing atop rudimentary bedroom synth sounds. But that would be reckoning without Jason Williamson's supremely entertaining delivery. A hybrid of Shaun Ryder stream-of-consciousness and Malcolm Tucker creative obscenity, he never sounds less than fuming, whether referencing David Cameron ("the prime minister's face hanging in the clouds like Gary Oldman's Dracula") or addressing more innocuous subject matter such as breakfast cereals ("fucking Shredded Wheat, Kellogg's Cunts" – you don't get that with Ed Sheeran). Williamson might be frequently puerile and overly reliant on scatological humour (two songs about trips to the toilet seems excessive), but then these reflections on life in austerity Britain were never likely to be pretty.