I’ve hopefully made my position clear regarding Mumford & Sons, just exactly where I stand on them (windpipe, preferably). But you know, banjos-chucked-in-a-tumble-dryer and all these guys can play. I went along to this – expecting the worst. Well, it was a Mumford & Sons show after all. And the worst was really the audience – not the band. Jerks all elated over casual mention of the f-word in a song.
Oh I know I’ll get told off (again!) for shitting on the audience – but it’s true. I couldn’t stand this Mumford gig because of the people watching more so than the people on stage. I don’t like the music but they were good at playing it at least. At the very least. You couldn’t say they couldn’t play. You just sorta hoped they’d change their tune.
And now they have and we (equally) wish they hadn’t.
I left this gig when I had enough to write – to fill the review. I’d been to two other shows that weekend. I was old and sad and tired and bored. Sure. But I couldn’t fault it for what it was. Just for what it sounded like – shit. To me.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.