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Mumford & Sons
Babel Mr Agreeable , November 20th, 2012 05:28

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Here's a f***ing weather report. Right now, we live in the f***ing piss torrents of a perma-f***ing c***shower and in such a f***ing world, conditions have deteriorated to the f***ing point where f***ing Mumford And Sons can get to reach Number f***ing one on both sides of the f***ing Atlantic, with their faux, "Golly, wouldn't it be jolly to be poor, capering around the junkyard wearing neckerchiefs and being authentic" chic. Who buys this septic f***ing horseshit? Presumably the same f***ing  thought-averse smegmaheads who drool about "Boris" being a bloody great bloke who we should make bloody Prime Minister because it'd be a bloody laugh. Docile f***ing wanktards!

Well, here's their latest f***ing album. And I have to admit, I'm surprised. I imagined it would represent the listening equivalent of scraping around the tenth circle of Satan's own anus with a f***ing mandolin plectrum – but  actually, it's more like the f***ing twentieth. It is a growth on the left bollock of the testicles of f***ing pop. It is a rancified f***ing perversion of all that has gone under the name of folk. It is an obscenity ten times the magnitude of a bunch of f***ing public school drunks stealing a busker's cap and instrument as he strums away on the f***ing underground, poncing off with it and making £200 in an hour from passers by with their strolling f***ing renditions of Ralph McTell's 'Streets Of London'. 

The vocals we can deal with in a f***ing sentence. Remember the f***ing  old man shouting "HaROLD!!!" in Steptoe and Son? That, only ten times more f***ing whiney and self-pityingly parasitic. As for the instrumental arrangements, well, shit as the f***ing countryside is, they make it sound even worse with their f***ing nostalgia-for-rickets stylings – a thousand county fairs from Hellhole-On-The-Wold rolled into one, with cowshit redolence of f***ing yokels shoving f***ing greased pigs down the hill or racing their f***ing ramshackle, unroadworthy vehicles round barns steering with their f***ing toes!

Scrape all that dried out mucus-excrescence away, however, and what you're actually left with is, of all things, f***ing U2. Basically, it's a piece of piss for any foursome of gormlessly ambitious morons to make a f***ing mint in this day and age – whack in a few tremulously morose verses, then crank it right up for the f***ing chorus with some vaguely anthemic resolution in which the words "I will" invariably figure. Exhibit f***ing A! 'Ghosts That We Knew'. "I will hold on with all my might / Just that we'll be all right." (Of course you'll be all right, you rich c***s). Exhibit B! 'Hopeless Wanderer'. "I will call you by name / I will share your road." Oh, you'll agree to be seen in the f***ing street with me and address me by my f***ing name? Mighty f***ing big of you, banjo boy. Exhibit C! 'Holland Road'. "When I'm on my knees / I will still believe... If you'll still believe, I'll still believe". Exhibit D: 'I Will Wait'. They're constantly making out they're living in some hurricane ravaged f***ing shack on the edge of the woods and recasting their f***ing horniness as some sort of f***ing physical f***ing heroism! F***, if we needed that, we'd listen to absolutely everything f***ing Bruce Springsteen has ever recorded!

This po-faced, gale force f***ing guff is meant to have us punching the air but all it makes you want to punch is their f***ing faces, followed by a low one to their corduroy-clad f***ing bollocks! It's as empty as their f***ing bank accounts, monstrously, are f***ing not. "Let's live while you're young." What the f*** else are we supposed to do when we're young? Die under a hail of f***ing custards pies packed with ball bearings, as we f***ing wish you would?

It f***ing looks bad when a bunch of f***ing already well-to-do, poor-people-parodying arseheads are what laughingly passes for "indie" in this benighted f***ing day and age. But you know what? Even the f***ing clothheaded, social network addled, tight trousered, bumfluffed f***faces who pass for Britain's youth are eventually gonna wake up to how they're being f***ing financially screwed over by that top-hatted tossface Cameron and his retinue of incompetent, f***ing anus-faced public school fags. And when they do, f***ing Mumford And Sons are gonna be the first people the baying mob goes after. First, they'll take the f***ing fat one, shave off his f***ing pubic obscenity of a f***ing beard and stuff the clippings down his fatuous f***ing throat till he chokes. Then they'll take the rest of them and f***ing garrotte them one by one with their own f***ing banjo strings. In the name of all that's f***ing godly and c***ing decent and just, this has to f***ing happen! This f***ing afternoon! Do it! C***s!


Nov 20, 2012 10:36am

Nail. On. Head.

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Chris
Nov 20, 2012 10:56am

Good review.

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BenM
Nov 20, 2012 11:10am

A review with style & substance, unlike its subject.

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Nick
Nov 20, 2012 11:13am

I don't know Mumford and Sons, though I instinctively think you're probably right. He's headlining festivals, filthy rich and married to Carey Mulligan though, so he wins.

To be right or to win?

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Els
Nov 20, 2012 11:23am

Good bit of well-justified invective. stylistically the 'f**king' gimmick ain't necessary though, you've already got an exemplary way with bile.

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Paul
Nov 20, 2012 11:36am

Why does everyone compete to hate this lot the most? They don't seem appreciably shitter than most bands to me.

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grit bin
Nov 20, 2012 11:37am

This is everything i have been trying to tell people

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cod slug
Nov 20, 2012 11:48am

In reply to Nick:

yeah but he's a cunt too so swings and roundabouts really.

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Sod
Nov 20, 2012 11:51am

It's just subterfuge of Kid Harpoon with religious lyrics

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gerry
Nov 20, 2012 11:59am

You didnt rate it on a scale of 1 to 10. Now how will I know if its good or not?

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Nick
Nov 20, 2012 12:15pm

In reply to cod slug:

Thing is though, whether he is a cunt or not probably doesn't matter to him.

I've always thought if I were wildly successful and everyone wasted their time hating on me I'd find it funny.

We'd do far better talking about how Rangda, Swans, Carlton Melton, The Thing, Oneida, Oren Ambarchi, Peter Brotzmann, Goat, Da Grynch, JK Flesh, Godspeed, The Melvins and Pharoah Overlord all released amazing records this year than we do slagging off some posh, crap band for being posh and crap. It was Keane before them, and after them there will be some other band.

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Steve White
Nov 20, 2012 12:25pm

Quite.

Thee Faction summed them up pretty well too: http://theefaction.wordpress.com/tag/mumford/

You could always wash your ears out with a bit of this: http://stevewhiteandtheprotestfamily.bandcamp.com/

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Dina
Nov 20, 2012 12:28pm

Looks like somebody needs to take some happy pills and stop listening to music they don't like.

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Stuart
Nov 20, 2012 12:31pm

In reply to Nick:

Wins what?

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Matt Coxe
Nov 20, 2012 12:34pm

Being into folk is so f***ing cool. You are so f***king counter culture. This review is a prime example why struggling folk artists shouldn't be allowed access to the Internet. Don't you have a poetry reading in a bookstore somewhere?

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Luke Turner
Nov 20, 2012 12:47pm

In reply to Nick:

...that's exactly what we do 99% of the time on the rest of the site. This is a rare, deserved, blast of the negative.

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Luke Turner
Nov 20, 2012 12:49pm

By the way, if anyone would like to read a more in-depth and less sweary Quietus article along the lines of the above that explains the myriad problems with Mumford & Sons, you could do worse than read this excellent piece from late 2011: Big Society, Little Hope: False Folk Culture In 2011. From the broom-wielding legions of Clapham to Alex James' cheese and Mumford & Sons, Joe Kennedy examines the current vogue for nu-folk whimsy and its links to Big Society rhetoric
http://thequietus.com/articles/07603-2011british-politics-folk-music

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Nov 20, 2012 1:13pm

whoa whoa whoa, you leave Bruce Springsteen out of this.

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Adam
Nov 20, 2012 1:27pm

I always struggle with the question of whether it's a bands fault for exploiting a system that rewards cheap sentimentality and derivativeness, or society's fault for mindlessly lapping it up again and again. Part of me doesn't blame these guys for selling out and making their bones while they can - the music business is and always has been big commerce, while real art is made on the fringes. I don't know why this is still surprising to people.

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Nick
Nov 20, 2012 1:39pm

In reply to Stuart :

I dunno actually. At life I guess. I guess if I headlined festivals, had a massive bank account and was married to Carey Mulligan I'd feel like a winner.

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Nick
Nov 20, 2012 1:42pm

In reply to Luke Turner:

I know you do - it's why I read this site. I also found the review funny. I very much include myself in the group of people who should know better than to slag off the conveyor belt of crap bands that gets paraded before our unconsenting eyes.

It's the anger at the band as individuals that amuses me.

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James Kendall
Nov 20, 2012 2:09pm

Whilst i'm sure the album is totally shite, this review screams of desperation to 'go viral' a little too much. Lame.

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Jeff
Nov 20, 2012 3:06pm

The Quietus regressing to DiCrescenzo-era Pitchfork?

I like.

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Jocelyn Twat
Nov 20, 2012 3:10pm

If I´m being honest, I found the review rather restrained. I´d have liked to have seen something a bit more critical.

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Andy Parsons
Nov 20, 2012 3:56pm

Two points on the comments for this article:

A) the review is by mr f**king agreeable so expect swearing and f**cking stars
B) if you're looking for a proper review of this album please go and buy mojo and a pipe

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Sons of Dadford
Nov 20, 2012 4:17pm

What ever happened to Mr Abusing, that's what I want to know...

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Luke Turner
Nov 20, 2012 4:34pm

In reply to Jeff:

What is "DiCrescenzo-era Pitchfork?" Mr Agreeable has been bilious since the 1990s, long before Pitchfork was a twinkle in a scruffy Yank's eye.

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HIIIIGH
Nov 20, 2012 5:32pm

YES YES YES!!!! M and Sons is evil conservo political mind dissolving bullshit

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MUMFORD RULES
Nov 20, 2012 5:57pm

YOU GOT THIS TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG YOU KNOW WHY? THIS FUCKING HARD-ON IN MY PANTS IS WHY THIS BAND IS REAL. REALER THAN FUCKING REAL YOU FAKE FUCKS JUST DON'T KNOW BECAUSE YOUR FAKE PRETENDING TO GIVE A FUCK IS BORING AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT. I HAVEN'T HEARD THIS ALBUM BUT I KNOW ITS FUCKING AMAZING BECAUSE HE CAN SAY "I WILL" AND YOU FUCKING KNOW HE WILL, HE FUCKING MEANS THAT SHIT LIKE YOUVE NEVER MEANT ANYTHING IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE. YOU NEED TO GET A FUCKING LIFE AND LEARN HOW TO APPRECIATE THAT LIFE ONCE YOU GET IT WITH A FUCKING STRUM AND SING YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT LIKE MUMFORD.

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Manny
Nov 20, 2012 6:06pm

Is that supposed to be funny? Because it isn't funny or clever.

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Stavros P. Leibowitz
Nov 20, 2012 6:48pm

I'm not sure what's funnier - the review or the commentards who haven't a clue about Mr Agreeable. C*nts!

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Alan T
Nov 20, 2012 7:18pm

F***ing awesome review. Says it all really.

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Jeff
Nov 20, 2012 8:54pm

In reply to Luke Turner:

I was referring to Brent DiCrescenzo's (and others) style of sometimes just going balls-out scathing because he dislikes the act so much. Over-the-top, comedic, [sometimes] intellectual, often thematic, and occasionally amazing. Unlike M&S.

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Matt Haydock
Nov 20, 2012 9:13pm

Why are you censoring yourselves? Makes you look like cunts. Everything you say is spot on though.

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jpaylor
Nov 20, 2012 10:26pm

Couldn't have put it any better.

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Jonny
Nov 20, 2012 10:28pm

So overall a good buy then?

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j samson
Nov 21, 2012 4:46am

Mumford sux his sons

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will hearst
Nov 21, 2012 9:47am

He was the only thing worth reading in the shitrag Melody Maker- the s****s have always been there.

http://archivedmusicpress.wordpress.com/category/mr-agreeable/

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James
Nov 21, 2012 11:03am

Yawn..... deeply, deeply boring and unfunny rant. If you going to peddle this moronic dross then at least stick to the subject matter. I remember when this site used to be decent - time to bookmark Stool Pigeon I think...

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thelateblackrob
Nov 21, 2012 4:11pm

Mr Agreeable states, "... conditions have deteriorated to the f***ing point where f***ing Mumford And Sons can get to reach Number f***ing one on both sides of the f***ing Atlantic ..."

He then poses the question: "Who buys this septic f***ing horseshit?" & then goes on to say "Scrape all that dried out mucus-excrescence away, however, and what you're actually left with is, of all things, f***ing U2."

There's your answer.

Great review.

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miles
Nov 21, 2012 8:45pm

not even Vice would be dumb enough to print something like this

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Bonham
Nov 21, 2012 11:42pm

I think you're even quite getting, Mr Angry. I remember when you used to deal in proper bile and vitriol. Though I liked the line about the custard-pies.

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Nov 21, 2012 11:43pm

In reply to Bonham:

*I meant Mr Agreeable, of course.

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Paul
Nov 22, 2012 12:42am

It is well-known that in normal life this kind of abuse would be reserved for those whose qualities one depises in oneself. However in this case the author is simply stating the truth.

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johnontheweb
Nov 22, 2012 12:58pm

thank you for taking this most valid stance

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James Kendall
Nov 22, 2012 2:26pm

In reply to James Kendall:

Not in my name. F***ing loved Mr Agreeable in the 90s, and he's on top f***ing form here, the c***.

James Kendall (Brighton)

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Jim Hodgson
Nov 22, 2012 2:27pm

Brilliant article. If you agree with it join our facebook group:

http://www.facebook.com/groups/129233797224858/

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man on the internet
Nov 23, 2012 8:06am

This reads like a lonely teenage blog post. Honestly, what is wrong with The Quietus these days? Fucking drivel.

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Yeti
Nov 23, 2012 9:03am

This article is as near to journalistic perfection as it gets.
Thank you.

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Steve
Nov 23, 2012 10:37am

It's not their fault you have issues unresolved from your childhood. Mummy and daddy not feed you well enough? What a cunt!

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Just Another Number
Nov 23, 2012 12:39pm

If, as a reviewer, you're going to pretend you're clever by trying to reference Dante Alighieri, then don't bugger up the allegory by going off on some childish and over-exaggerated tangent of your own, or you just end up coming across like a complete cock.

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Eric Murphy
Nov 23, 2012 1:01pm

Why on earth would you publish a review like that? The sentiment is fine, I agree with it even; but all those starred-out words... just unreadable. Either change your policy on swearing, or teach that c*** to write like a grown-up.

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Dave
Nov 23, 2012 1:47pm

Was with you until your drone (read: easy route) remarks about politics.
This album is probably good then.

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Nov 24, 2012 8:45am

Excellent review,call a spade a spade or in the case of bumford and sons,a cunt a cunt

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Nov 24, 2012 3:56pm

This is unintelligible nonsense at excessive length. Mumford are shit but rich. They win.

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Matthew
Nov 24, 2012 7:03pm

This would be a brilliant review were it not for the fact that the reviewer censored themselves.

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AndrewH
Nov 24, 2012 9:27pm

Your argument seems to be entirely based on the fact that their songs are about themselves? Where does it say this is the case? Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're just a self-obsessed, conceited prick who feels the need to feed their own massive ego by posting overly negative reviews of popular bands to seem 'cool' and 'soooo underground' to a bunch of people on the internet who you'll never meet? Please take your head out of your own ass before you end up turning yourself inside out.
Cheers.

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DB
Nov 25, 2012 3:50pm

In reply to Matthew:

Mr Agreeable's been trolling before those three billy goats gruff were even kids, and still people fall for it. Would it spoil the fun if I point out that the self-censorship is a parody of certain forms of journalism? It probably would.

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Damien
Nov 26, 2012 7:12am

As a semi-regular reader I have found this site to be a refreshing breath of fresh air in nuanced, intelligent music journalism.

So in reading this "review" I was extremely disappointed. I'm no fan of M&S but this isn't an album review, it's a poorly constructed rant that attempts to be "scathing" but comes across as "juvenile".

Is the Quietus now attempting to generate some extra traffic by stooping to the style of some of Pitchfork click-bait sensationalism?

If so, you will simply remove the point-of-difference which makes this site so attractive in the first place.

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dave
Dec 1, 2012 11:15am

Calm down dear, Dave.

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S
Dec 5, 2012 1:01am

God knows they're an awful band, but this is pisspoor writing. As Sam W suggests, this is tantamount to staring down at a barrel full of fish and still managing to shoot yourself in the foot. The reasoning behind hating the band seems to have nothing to do with their appalling music and all to do with a fifth-form view of the world and who has the right to feel what and when. All reinforced with exclamation marks just in case we were in any doubt about when we should laugh. They're popular because they've found another variation on the magical musical sugary fatty appetite-trigger for all ages that equals a mass market, with a generous dose of Cameron-Boden soft-focus aspirational lifestyle that appeals to just the sort of people who'll but this record. And good luck to them, because they won't change. The whole premise of the article has been worn out long ago. But that would be fine. It's the shitty writing that gets me - the first-draft fifteen year-old godawfulness. 'Smegmaheads'? Christ. And the pop at the unknowing 'youth', who, poor dears, don't know they're being duped. First time I've read a Quietus article for ages, and I've remembered why I stopped.

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chrisctsmailes
Dec 6, 2012 2:12am

Couldn't agree more..... that fat smug f*cker in the goddamned yokel smock and neckerchief makes me want to kick my puppy...

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jonathan
Dec 6, 2012 11:52am

In reply to chrisctsmailes:

your a bender, Mumford are my little muffins!

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Wibbya
Dec 6, 2012 5:11pm

Why all the fuckings? Without them it'd be a well-written, effective, virulent review. The profanities are just childish.

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Mr Agreeable
Dec 21, 2012 6:01pm

In reply to Wibbya:

Fuck off, shit-head.

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Jesus Lives 4 All
Dec 31, 2012 6:34pm

This is the most disgusting, disrespectful piece of "music journalism" I have ever read, I've been in the Business for twenty years. So well done Quietus. These last two years the boys of Mumford & Sons have worked harder than any group I know. In these times it's hard to ensure the fanbase keeps going, to keep the group sustainable, earning the team behind the artists a decent living. I am pleased to report that in 2012(thanks to the US support) they have made more money than ever, folks are buying this product. Like it or not, it's not a matter of taste but of happiabilty, if the boys make people (mainly young kids 13-17 that can afford things, but also some older folks too) happy, then so what? The music is only music. If people pay, let them, we're only too happy to oblidge with more gigs and new downloads. Long live Mumford & Sons! Happy New Year!

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Not Mr Agreeable
Jan 29, 2013 10:20am

In reply to Eric Murphy:

Here's a weather report. Right now, we live in the torrents of a perma-shower and in such a world, conditions have deteriorated to the point where Mumford And Sons can get to reach Number one on both sides of the Atlantic, with their faux, "Golly, wouldn't it be jolly to be poor, capering around the junkyard wearing neckerchiefs and being authentic" chic. Who buys this? Presumably the same thought-averse smegmaheads who drool about "Boris" being a bloody great bloke who we should make bloody Prime Minister because it'd be a bloody laugh. Docile!
Well, here's their latest album. And I have to admit, I'm surprised. I imagined it would represent the listening equivalent of scraping around the tenth circle of Satan's own anus with a mandolin plectrum – but actually, it's more like the twentieth. It is a growth on the testicles of pop. It is a rancified perversion of all that has gone under the name of folk. It is an obscenity ten times the magnitude of a bunch of public school drunks stealing a busker's cap and instrument as he strums away on the underground, poncing off with it and making £200 in an hour from passers by with their strolling renditions of Ralph McTell's 'Streets Of London'.
The vocals we can deal with in a sentence. Remember the old man shouting "HaROLD!!!" in Steptoe and Son? That, only ten times more whiney and self-pityingly parasitic. As for the instrumental arrangements, well, poop as the countryside is, they make it sound even worse with their nostalgia-for-rickets stylings – a thousand county fairs from Hellhole-On-The-Wold rolled into one, with cowpat redolence of yokels shoving greased pigs down the hill or racing their ramshackle, unroadworthy vehicles round barns steering with their toes!
Scrape all that dried out mucus-excrescence away, however, and what you're actually left with is, of all things, U2. Basically, it's a piece of cake for any foursome of gormlessly ambitious morons to make a mint in this day and age – whack in a few tremulously morose verses, then crank it right up for the chorus with some vaguely anthemic resolution in which the words "I will" invariably figure. Exhibit A! 'Ghosts That We Knew'. "I will hold on with all my might / Just that we'll be all right." (Of course you'll be all right, you rich smegmaheads). Exhibit B! 'Hopeless Wanderer'. "I will call you by name / I will share your road." Oh, you'll agree to be seen in the street with me and address me by my name? Mighty big of you, banjo boy. Exhibit C! 'Holland Road'. "When I'm on my knees / I will still believe... If you'll still believe, I'll still believe". Exhibit D: 'I Will Wait'. They're constantly making out they're living in some hurricane ravaged shack on the edge of the woods and recasting their horniness as some sort of physical heroism! If we needed that, we'd listen to absolutely everything Bruce Springsteen has ever recorded!

This po-faced, gale force guff is meant to have us punching the air but all it makes you want to punch is their faces, followed by a low one to their corduroy-clad testicles! It's as empty as their bank accounts, monstrously, are not. "Let's live while you're young." What the else are we supposed to do when we're young? Die under a hail of custard pies packed with ball bearings, as we wish you would?
It looks bad when a bunch of already well-to-do, poor-people-parodying smegmaheads are what laughingly passes for "indie" in this benighted day and age. But you know what? Even the clothheaded, social network addled, tight trousered, bumfluffed faces who pass for Britain's youth are eventually gonna wake up to how they're being financially screwed over by that top-hatted onanface Cameron and his retinue of incompetent, anus-faced public school fags. And when they do, Mumford And Sons are gonna be the first people the baying mob goes after. First, they'll take the fat one, shave off his pubic obscenity of a g beard and stuff the clippings down his fatuous throat till he chokes. Then they'll take the rest of them and garrotte them one by one with their own banjo strings. In the name of all that's godly and decent and just, this has to happen! This afternoon! Do it! Cunts!

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OhJohnNo
Feb 6, 2013 1:31pm

In reply to Nick:

Come now, Keane are fine. Nothing wrong with being posh so long as you don't pretend to be working class.

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Mary
Feb 20, 2013 11:42pm

I love that there was a link to Mumford's latest video next to the review, because after reading it we'd want to hear & see more, of course. Intelligent algorithms.

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Nicholas
Feb 26, 2013 7:44pm

Inspired by the Limp Bizkit track Chocolate Starfish?

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Tricia 'Ma'
Jun 28, 2013 4:17pm

Mumford & Sons entertain. This 'rant' ia a ****! Choose your own four letter word...printable or not!
ps to those who say 'thankfully not heard them...well LISTEN and then judge. Don't just follow the un-literary writer of this ****!
xxxxxx

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Harry Kari
Jul 1, 2013 1:21pm

sgd

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Egg bacon
Jul 1, 2013 1:28pm

Tour sausage my dung

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Bruce Michael Baillie
Jul 1, 2013 1:32pm

Excellent review! Loved every tortured epiphet!

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Captain Wobbledog
Jul 1, 2013 7:28pm

Quietus = frustrated, embittered nobody jealous of success and talent

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Jul 14, 2013 2:40pm

I read about half of this review before quitting because of how much my brain hurt trying to read it. Please get an education and do us all a favor and stop writing reviews. Thanks you.

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Julian Bond
Aug 5, 2013 7:41am

And the message is, if you want to make money from the music biz, make music for the people who still buy it. Which makes this review an attack on middle-aged, middle-class, middle-income, middling boring, middle england, middle people. Fair enough, I say!

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Rick Kane
Aug 15, 2013 7:10am

Okay, I get it you don't like Mumford because they're another twee pretentious band. Big deal. They're not the first and they won't be the last. They won't bring down music.

So, what do you like? And can you articulate your analysis of what you deem 'good' so as you don't come off as just another stereotype that someone else can slag off in obvious and school ground crude terms as you have done?

By the way, in your less than witty rant you used disability abusive and homophobic terms. That marks down your cred mate. If you expect others like Mumford to live up to your pre-determined expectation, the least you can do is get close enough to a standard of basic decency and respect yourself.

Cheers

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Luke Turner
Aug 15, 2013 10:11am

In reply to Rick Kane:

"What do you like?" Easy, read the rest of the site. 99% of what we write is massively positive, giving space and oxygen to the artists that the cultural dominance of the sweaty arses of Mumfords et al suffocate out. Just look at our albums of 2012, albums of 2013 so far, or tracks of the year so far, and you will find MUCH JOY!

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Luke Turner
Aug 15, 2013 10:11am

In reply to Rick Kane:

"What do you like?" Easy, read the rest of the site. 99% of what we write is massively positive, giving space and oxygen to the artists that the cultural dominance of the sweaty arses of Mumfords et al suffocate out. Just look at our albums of 2012, albums of 2013 so far, or tracks of the year so far, and you will find MUCH JOY!

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