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Mumford & Sons recently released their second, controversially banjo free, album. Louder Than War’s Adrian Bloxham has listened to it and frankly he doesn’t really like what he’s heard.
At least when they were banjoed up you knew exactly who they were straight away. It’s not the banjos that I disliked anyway, banjos in the right hands are a welcome addition to the sound of a band, may I cite The Pogues here. But the banjos weren’t the problem, as I have found out by listening to this album. The problem is the sheer facelessness blandity of the music. This bunch make Coldplay sound interesting. In fact they could be Coldplay. After all, where do you go from sharing a stage with Bob Dylan? You take a long hard look around and see who the biggest are at the moment and Coldplay are still way up there.
Maybe that’s it, a hunt for riches, fame and fortune. Because music with real soul and heart doesn’t sell millions of records because it doesn’t appeal to the masses. This is music for everyone else. This is for the CD player in the corner of the lounge that you use for dinner parties. This is for the stereo in the car while you do the school run or commute to the office. It washes over you, swills around you and leaves a distasteful scummy feeling on your skin.
They aren’t the objects of vilification that they could be, just because they are bland and faceless. I have had to listen to this record all the way through so that you don’t have to and it’s got the personality of a Brussels sprout. Just a bunch of men with neckerchiefs and waistcoats. I am still of the opinion that the only person in music that can carry off a waistcoat is the mighty Rob Halford and his was more metal than waistcoat. Mumford look like they just wandered in off the farm to play some of their folky cheeky tunes for you. Except that they haven’t. They’ve just been limoed to the air-conditioned arena changing room and eaten swan and truffles before changing out of their comfy shoes in the trust fund wurzel stage gear.
You want me to talk about the music? Alright, it’s bland guitar soft adult orientated rock. Which means of course that in a perfect world no adult in their right mind will listen to it. Ever.
All words by Adrian Bloxham. More writing by Adrian can be found at his author’s archive.