Why mumford and sons is bad

In fact, I probably cry more often than is "manly" to admit, especially during movies like Little Miss Sunshine. But I don't fucking enjoy it. You can weep for yourself all you want, little lion man, but you didn't even bring any chips or beer to this pity party. And that blows. After all, the bulk of their songs are about kneeling down and whimpering.

But I wouldn't go that far, because I blame The Shins for this mess -- they were the first to make it cool to be completely testicle-free. I would blame the Avett Brothers for this eyesore, but I think they took up the banjo as a joke at first, and then it turned out to be actually decent. See, while the Brothers are as authentic as a three-dollar bill, their subject matter is less about crippling self-doubt and more about kicking ass and kissing cute girls who speak in broken English.

I can relate to that -- I can't imagine relating to a band that's all about being so goshy-darn sad. Sons' strained religious references either be gospel or don't, stop fucking it up are the most inauthentic piece of their tawdry discography. I get it, you have a complicated relationship with Jesus, just like your complicated relationship with your mother.

And on "Reminder," when they sing, "You never see my bleeding heart," it's hard not to laugh at this bald-faced lie. Your bleeding heart is smeared all over your snotty sleeve.

Search term. Billboard Pro Subscribe Sign In. Top Artists. Top Charts. Hot Songs. Billboard To learn more or opt-out, read our Cookie Policy. The folk revivalists continue their drift toward the middle on their new album, which dips its toes in electro-pop and jazz-odyssey meandering. That he was probably on camera because he was sitting next to his wife, pretty famous actress Carey Mulligan, only magnifies the punkness of the gesture.

But this is the sort of music one must confess to liking: A band this old-timey stylized and coffeehouse-poet sincere, chasing a classic sort of grandeur by nearly eschewing electricity entirely, was bound to raise a ruckus.

This situation did not improve as the band—Mumford, Ben Lovett, Winston Marshall, and Ted Dwane, singers, songwriters, and multi-instrumentalists all—rose in prominence. Babel , too, had modestly gigantic-sounding hits that worked great as throwback contrast on moribund modern-rock radio, but for many, the band had already settled into ye olde complacency.

Wilder Mind , from , cranked up the electric guitars and keyboard washes and gauzy dim-neon Coldplay melodrama to diminishing returns and far less attention. In said video, four comedians—Jason Sudeikis, Ed Helms, Jason Bateman, and Will Forte—dress up like hobo folk singers draped in banjos, acoustic guitars, and drum kits and, for the lack of a better description, rock the fuck out. At one point, Bateman plays the banjo like a finger picking fiend and smashes it like he's in Spinal Tap.

Sudeikis has a mental breakdown and falls to his knees while soloing with a drum strapped to his back. All four sit and play their instruments on a boat in the middle of a lake.

Forte starts to cry and Bateman tastes his tears. Forte and Sudeikis also make out. The video itself is, of course, very funny. And why wouldn't it be? These four dudes are some of the funniest working comedians today, and watching them rock out in an over-the-top manner is guaranteed to be hilarious. Will Forte's beard is just fake enough. Helms' tears are just real enough. The lighting is just Valencia-y enough. They understand! Get it?!