The Breakdown
With Hard Times Furious Dancing, Snapped Ankles take the chaos of modern life and distill it into something primal, absurd, and relentlessly danceable. The masked woodwose collective have always thrived on fusing industrial menace with kinetic energy, but here, they push their sound to new extremes, capturing the full-throttle intensity of their live shows. This album is a defiant response to a world spinning out of control—when everything feels impossible, the only thing left to do is dance.
Born from the band’s 2024 Forest Rayve club nights in South London, Hard Times Furious Dancing is their most immediate and physically commanding album yet. These songs were road-tested in front of sweat-drenched crowds before being committed to tape, and you can hear it in every serrated synth line and pounding rhythm. Lyrically, Snapped Ankles continue their fascination with surrealism and societal collapse, drawing from meme culture, post-Brexit confusion, and the struggle to survive under crushing financial pressure. Their signature log synths return, grinding and buzzing over the album’s mix of dance-punk, electro, and industrial noise.
From the first moments of Pay The Rent, the album lunges forward with jagged synths and clattering, metallic percussion, its shouted, half-spoken vocals evoking Mark E. Smith’s restless urgency. The tension remains high through Personal Responsibilities, where icy synth stabs and stripped-back arrangements reinforce its themes of inequality. Raoul is a frenzied collision of buzzing electronics and an unstoppable groove, while Dancing in Transit is one of the record’s most powerful moments—huge synth riffs and locked-in guitars create an overwhelming sonic force, demanding movement from the listener.
Though largely built for the dancefloor, the album has its moments of reflection. Where’s the Caganer begins with a subdued intro before launching into another pulsing anthem, while Bai Lan slows the tempo without losing its edge, simmering with barely contained menace before erupting into a cacophony of bass and distortion. The closing track, Closely Observed, shifts into unexpected territory, embracing a more cinematic, almost ambient-pop feel, proving that Snapped Ankles can twist their formula in surprising ways without losing their identity.
In Hard Times Furious Dancing, Snapped Ankles sharpen their attack, delivering an album that’s as exhilarating as it is unsettling. It’s a record that embraces absurdity but never loses its bite, using relentless energy to make sense of an overwhelming world. More than just a collection of songs, it’s an invitation—to lose yourself, to let go, and to dance like nothing else matters.
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