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It makes me physically ill to listen to it but I can't stop it.
i can imagine my friend in Oxford drumming on his knees and singing along to every word, loving the shit out of it
like proper, selling out arenas in America big. I don't hate them, but they just strike me as a toilet circuit band. At best headlining something like the John Peel stage one year.
They started of with this folksey sound with big pop courses and anthemic build ups. It was hardly brilliant but could certainly pull on the heart strings and appeal as a novelty to radio 2 listeners.
But the new direction is just a shit coldplay really. They would not achieve any real success if this was their début album. But I am sure the fans view it as a 'more serious direction' or something.
On another note arnt they just stylistically copying their mildly more talented friends Noah and the Whale?
First two albums as folk/rock/pop then the third as a left field (?) turn into bland pop rock.
there's nothing that hateable about Mumford and Sons really. They're bland, and their success far outweighs their talent or output but I don't understand the vitriol really
Worse than Kings of Leon (or someone like that.) At least Kings of Leon (or whoever) sound like that because they just do. Mumford seem to have made a calculated decision to sound as big, anthemic and American as they can.
more often than not, is a far greater crime than simply being 'bad'.
if we can't hate smug rich Tories, what do we really have left?
beyond the corny faux-coalminer bullshit, their music's not really bad enough to deserve scorn*, but they're really not good enough to merit any more than a "oh hey, it's that song" reaction.
That said, it's kind of funny to watch their fans go from despondent over the new sound to some form of weird self-backpatting over having an open mind to the band's "experimentation."
cuz that might help
you are listening to mumford and sons but your also strangely compelled by Aaron Dessner's work in the same moment.
SONFORD: And a one two a one two three four
SONFORD: Oh no my band have gone to look after their children
SONFORD: Oh no I will not receive my deposit on the studio space with all the mess my band has made
SONFORD: Oh no the cleaner vacuum'd up me band while I went to get a Wispa Gold. Curse my hubris. I could at least have gotten some kind of biscuity treat to recruit new members
they made me snicker. My effort;
Sonford and Plums.
SONFORD: And a 1,2,1,2,3,4...
SONFORD: Oh no, my band are just bollocks.
(the sound of screaming sacrificial goats and the dread subterranean song of the daemonickal choir of the wailing depths, interspersed with otherworldly snarls)
SONFORD: Oh no while I went out to get a Wispa Gold, the Devil found work for my idle thumbs and now they are dedicated functionaries for the chaos bastard Beelzebub
It's generic as hell, but it's still good. The rest of the album is pretty boring, but no worse than that War On Drugs shitshow everyone seemed to be obsessed with.
if there were banjos on it
deal with it
That band annoys as much as The Counting Crows or Spin Doctors. Glad you feel the pain now.