Mumford and Me

sometimes, you hear a song by a band, and you love it immediately.

they're not getting any radio play, so you start looking their songs up, and you find that you really dig the rest of their stuff, even the b-sides which aren't going to be on their forthcoming studio album.

when that album finally releases, you listen to it so much that you know it backward and forward, and then a second album is scheduled to be released.

you're insanely nervous because how can anything live up to that first album which was, for you, absolute perfection?

and then the pre-order of that second album downloads to your iTunes, and you lose your mind, because it's so freaking fantastic.

that's me and mumford, people.

there are a litany of reasons i love them

i love that marcus mumford writes songs based on his residual feelings after he finished books.

i love that marcus mumford's lyrics are compelling and lovely to read all on their own, regardless of the sound that comes along with them.

i love their vocal harmonies.

i love the grating behind marcus' voice.

i love that winston does inappropriate things to the air while playing a fiddle.

i love that ben's absurdly adorable (even if he's sort of the worst dj in the world).

i love that ted is so lovely and smart, and that it's so cool to listen to him ramble on about their music.

but mostly, i love that their songs always, always, always hit me right in the FEELS.

mumford's lyrics are steeped in religion, conflict based on religion, love, and some of the harsh realities of life. as a result, they speak to me on a long list of levels, my tortured religious history being rather high on that list. also, some things that have happened in  my life recently are almost narrated by a handful of their songs, so much so that i can't adequately explain it.

they're one of my favorite bands. the end.