Mumford & Sons - Barclays Center - 2/6/13

Better than: It's cool to admit, apparently.

I honestly don't understand the voracious hatred some have for Mumford & Sons. I get that banjos/mandolins/dobros aren't for everyone: there is no law that says you have to like fiddles and boots-as-percussion instruments, same as there isn't one that requires you enjoy heavy metal or doo-wop or techno. I can see why one look at how they dress, from their suspenders to their waistcoats to their weathered wingtips, could easily lead to thinking that it's all for the sake of buying into the alt-folk image. I'd believe you if you said you'd puncture your own eardrums with the nearest stabby object if you heard "Little Lion Man" one more time, and I wouldn't fault you for thinking that it's weird that an English band got nominated for an Americana Grammy. Still: since when has wardrobe, genre or radio airplay served as stand-alone criteria for dubbing a band as a good or bad one? Why can't their talent, lyrical strength and overall musical aptitude cut them some slack, seeing as the songs themselves aren't worthy of sonic exile? What's wrong with just writing Mumford & Sons off as "It's fine, just not my thing" vs. "Dude screw all of that Civil War/half-ass folk revival shit!"?

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As much as I wish that my respect for Mumford & Sons for these very reasons was enough to satiate me and prove these people wrong, it didn't. It might've been that some of the faster songs felt slow and dumbed-down last night, seemingly to up the sing-along ante. Maybe it was because an arena full of drunk people couldn't keep themselves from shrieking "ROCK ON!" or "LOVE YOUUU" or "FUCKIN' NETS YEEEAH!" even when the band begged them to be quiet after they sprinted to a platform in the middle of the crowd for two songs completely a capella. Or, hell, it could've just been an off-night, one where their cinematic, show-stopping songs came across as borderline garish and the softer verses flew out into the expanse of the stadium and crashed halfway through GA. Whatever it was, something about the Mumford & Sons I've loved and defended was noticeably absent for most of the rock spectacle they set before us in Brooklyn last night. And for someone who likes banjos, four-part harmonies, lyrics that clutch at your aorta by way of a British accent and a decent take on a modern folk ballad, it wasn't that I didn't like it--it was just a "It's fine, it's just not my thing" kind o' thing.

Location Info


Barclays Center

620 Atlantic Ave., Brooklyn, NY

Category: General

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