Mumford and Sons — Sigh No More

I’ve never learned to drive, and throughout the course of our relationship, my dearest fiancé has often been my source of transport; a warm alternative to bus shelters and icy footpaths – and an alternative equipped with a stereo.  The downside?  The endless old man, middle of the road, hippy folk Canadiana soundtrack he insists on pouring into every journey. I don’t like songs about farmers or the prairies, I don’t like banjos, and I definitely don’t disappear off to Folk Fest every summer like 90% of my city counterparts.  I’m pretty open-minded when it comes to most music, but I’ve always struggled with folk – its lack of complexity in arrangement, in voice and in lyrics; its generic sound, and the whole image that goes along with it.  Maybe it’s because I grew up in Britain, and my exposure to anything even slightly folk was pretty much limited to the Cotton-Eyed Joe, but I’ve grown... Read More »