What do you get if you cross Squeeze vocalist and guitarist Glenn Tilbrook with electronic punk duo Sleaford Mods? Ade Bailey has got the answer...
It’s amazing what a global pandemic and enforced lock-down can do to people’s creativity. Some will crumble, hit the bottle, sit watching Dave in their pants. Others however, embrace the challenge. Enter Squeeze legend Glenn Tilbrook and his family…
I was alerted to this amazing cover by Jason of Sleaford Mods who shared it on his Twitter account, I was curious and clicked. Right away this odd mash-up, filmed in Tilbrook’s home studio and rehearsal space, grabs you, as one of his sons (behind a drum kit) looks into the camera and rips off his shirt – shit’s going down in the Tilbrook house!
Now here’s Glenn, guitar strapped on and ready to go and we’re off! Attempting to cover such a niche band as Sleaford Mods will always be tricky – their stripped-back laptop beats and snarling social commentary lends itself really to no-one else but them, however, this is just wonderful. Jason’s trademark Nottingham bark is replaced by Tilbrook’s ‘Sarf London brogue and it works beautifully. Tilbrook’s interpretation of Andrew Fearnley’s hypnotic beats pick out the underlying chord structure and ‘BHS’ is transformed into a whole new beast. There are even female backing vocals, harmonies, keyboards, the whole nine yards.
‘BHS’ was always the stand-out lead track from ‘Eton Alive’ and this terrific version cements it. I’d also challenge those who naysay the Sleaford Mods to check out the phenomenal lyrics and nuanced song writing lurking under that rough exterior. No guitars certainly doesn’t equal no Punk Rock, Glenn Tilbrook gets it.
The song is in aid of The Trussell Trust and if you'd like to help support food banks to provide practical support to people in crisis check out this link : https://www.trusselltrust.org/make-a-donation/
This is BHS...
It's at night when they come,
When I'm alone, and not with anyone,
Through the shouts and music,
Of the crowd down the road boozing,
Near the free car park,
The bins and the alleyway, of the Chinese restaurant,
Number 3 for 2, and number 4 for 1
When I'm alone, and not with anyone,
Through the shouts and music,
Of the crowd down the road boozing,
Near the free car park,
The bins and the alleyway, of the Chinese restaurant,
Number 3 for 2, and number 4 for 1
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
The worst kind of bad dream,
As it lowers it's self on me,
Past the closing hour,
When the light in my phone starts to lose power,
Through the karaoke it screams it's name,
You can't blame the betrayed,
In the snakes and ladders,
We are the Baldricks son, and Blackadders
As it lowers it's self on me,
Past the closing hour,
When the light in my phone starts to lose power,
Through the karaoke it screams it's name,
You can't blame the betrayed,
In the snakes and ladders,
We are the Baldricks son, and Blackadders
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