Mumford and Sons

there's bazillions of Tories tbf

Some of them don't even realise they are

Also, it's getting tied up in the bogus "authentic" debate. With M&S I think that's an odd thing to bring up, because people know they are not farm labourers - one of them's married to a film star. It's a hugely and obviously contrived image, as false in its way as Nicki Minaj's bodystretching photos. You'd have to be an imbecile to think their image equated to authenticity. There are lots of people who just like the sound of guitars more than they like the sound of electronics. I'm one of them. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

But I still don't think they're any good. I'm just getting more and more fed up of party lines about bands and their fans.

one of them's married to a film star

Who dat?

Carey Mulligan

shit is complicated, more complicated than "gas the Tory AORsters" but also more complicated than "people just like what they like on a whim"

it don't matter, true, except inasmuch as Stephen Ward & Sons come across as authentic farmers of cock IRL

i don't get the appeal at all tho, and i got no problem with other mersh running dogs like Coldplay for example

i'd imagine that apart from all the "popular with the wrong sorts of people" hate - which is fair enough in moderation, sometimes the lumpenbourgeoisie gotta expect a little gentle ribbing for our pleasure - what irks people about these guys is their deployment/debasement of sounds and ideas that are too close to comfortable with things their detractors like, almost as if they were violently shoeing the helpless head of folk music or something even tho for real they just sound like the Wurzels with disguised accents and vague godbothering intent

When you get right down to it their music is dogshit, sorry too urban there, horseshit too

can't just say horseshit without poking around in it

hmph, city boy

:)

xp Your reading of "authenticity" is too narrow. It's not that people believe they're literally yokels from the county fair, but those "real" values are embedded in their music and they play brilliantly well in the US. And they don't act like the image is a transparent contrivance at all - every interview I've read finds them sticking to their guns, even hedge-fund scion "Country" Winston Smith. I've seen otherwise sensible critics bring in Ziggy Stardust - the weapon of choice in any debate about authenticity - when they're not remotely comparable.

And I don't believe there's been a big success story in the history of rock where "a cigar is just a cigar" suffices.

I've just got tickets to see mumfords and so far I have had two dreams about them.... Number one was me and my family were waiting all night to get into the concert and we finally got in where we had front row seats *high five* it took them forever to come out but eventually they did and played sigh no more! Me and my family were playing on invisible guitars and banjos which was a bit weird but then I fell asleep (in a dream!?!?) when I got woke up my brother was just saying its over now we've gotta go home.... So that was more of a nightmareThen the second one me and my friends this time went straight from school to the concert and were in a sort of royal box thing but as the venue started to fill up this woman came up and told us because we didn't go in the proper way, we had to go out and queue up again!! But we snuck round and went back in which was fine. I had a t shirt with bens face on and marcus was coming round all of us asking whether we were going to enjoy the concert and I tried to say yes in the most enthusiastic way ever! But it sort of failed... Then the show opened with Dolly Parton and as opposed to the simplicity of their concerts, it was like a circus, there were people on stilts on the stage and a woman who had a massive head but as she walked across the stage it got smaller and smaller so cooooollll

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I couldn't pinpoint what annoyed-the-hell-outta-me about this band, until it dawned on me:

They're the new Dave Matthews Band. So vanilla, it makes me want to smack myself.

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All makes sense now.

http://i.imgur.com/WTVWC.jpg

Very disappointed to see Marcello Carlin so envious of Mumford and Son's success. How many albums have you sold? etc etc.

I've sold 20 million, back when that meant something.

How many have you sold!?!?!

marcello sold 50k out the fuckin' trunk back in the day

Well, to give some information before I begin, I listen to music while I sleep, and sometimes the songs come into my dreams. Ok, so, I was in a white tiled subway station filled with people and I was sitting next to an Middle Eastern girl about my age. Well she and I begin to talk and become friends. She tells me then that she needs help in finding a translator for her mom who only speaks Indian (or whatever they speak...). So she and I go on a quest. We're walking through the station asking tons of people when I see an old friend from my old middle school. He's walking quickly through the station with his younger brother trying to keep up. Well, I yell at him "Joel! Trying to leave your brother behind?!" And he's about to reply when I hear something.. the soft strum of a guitar. I swivel around and me and my friend see Marcus Mumford standing there looking QUITE attractive. He's wearing his usual black waist coat and I hurriedly pull my friend over to where he's standing against the wall. He's has his guitar case set up at his feet and he's beginning to sing Little Lion Man. This is the cool part! The song had obviously come on my Iphone and was playing because the song wasn't just Marcus even though he was the only one in the dream. It was the full instrumentation and harmonies! Well, he finishes and wipes the sweat off of his forehead with that adorable smile he has on his face. I walk up to him and ecstatically explain how much I love the band and everything. We get to talking and me, Marcus, and the girl (my friend) sit down against the wall. He's sitting looking on his laptop and we're talking and he's telling me all these amazing stories when the girl suddenly breaks in and asks him if he can translate for her mom. Marcus says that he sadly can't but then he cutely exclaims, "Oh my word!" (like in the Gentleman of the Road documentary when they find out about Robert Platt liking their music) Then, motioning to me he goes, "You're American! I'm British!" And motioning to the girl, "and you're Indian!" "Neat!" It was so weird! I've had other dreams about them where I meet them all or see them live, but this one is the most bizarre I've ever had!

Wait where's the bit about you being the drummer for Gay Dad

affable was i ere i saw elba in this pos

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2228234/Is-end-talents-Idris-Elba-turns-filmmaker-directs-stars-Mumford-Sons-new-music-video.html

"It's a snuff film, see."

"Hey, great idea."

"Yes. Yes it is."

Mr. Agreeable ponders things.

http://thequietus.com/articles/10744-mumford-sons-babel-review-mr-agreeable

Even Mumford & Cunts' schtick is fresher and less hackneyed than Mr Agreeable.

Cometh the hour, cometh the critic.

Was Mr. Agreeable funny prior to 1997? Otherwise I wouldn't know.

i don't understand why swearing is supposed to be funny

Mumford & Cunts

Pooford & Harlots

Cuntford & Mums

i'm not laughing

no that's 'the point'

what is the point?

Bumford and Cums

Snotford and Poos

it's fun!

Snow & Patrols

85 posts of this would still not be as bad as that quietus article

Scumford and Crumbs

not swearing but just as fun

I laughed at the nostalgia-for-rickets thing, but this was Mr. Agreeable by the numbers.

Probably about as funny as the Savage Pencil strip in the Wire.

Nothing like the funnies section in the music press eh what

and this is nothing like the funnies section in the music press...

http://www.theonion.com/articles/mumford-and-sons-cant-believe-they-all-got-each-ot,30709/

Is it possible to rectally insert a mandolin? Because I think in the name of science these tosswits should try.

Mumford added that the coincidence was at least an improvement over last year’s exchange, when each of the four musicians went home with three copies of the band’s debut EP, Love Your Ground.

Oh, those wacky funsters...
Next Christmas, each of them goes home with three fossilised turds. Or in other words, their bandmates.