"Slaves have been making a nasty racket around London town for a while now, but they’re finally shouting loud enough for people’s ignorant ears to prick up. As a duo, they manage to carry the might of bands like Death From Above 1979 and Winnebago Deal, exuding enough fuzz to fry brain cells. ... They mix ‘77 style British punk with harsh bluesy garage riffs, as infectious as they are confrontational." --Noisey
"Slaves turn up with primal songs that throw together punk existentialism, sketches of suburban life and absurd narratives about manta rays and sasquatches in noisy three-minute bursts. They’re never quite calls-to-arms protests, but their songs do act as broadsides against ignorance, apathy and the monotony of the nine-to-five." --Guardian UK
"Slaves have been making a nasty racket around London town for a while now, but they’re finally shouting loud enough for people’s ignorant ears to prick up. As a duo, they manage to carry the might of bands like Death From Above 1979 and Winnebago Deal, exuding enough fuzz to fry brain cells. ... They mix ‘77 style British punk with harsh bluesy garage riffs, as infectious as they are confrontational." --Noisey
"Slaves turn up with primal songs that throw together punk existentialism, sketches of suburban life and absurd narratives about manta rays and sasquatches in noisy three-minute bursts. They’re never quite calls-to-arms protests, but their songs do act as broadsides against ignorance, apathy and the monotony of the nine-to-five." --Guardian UK
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