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Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower
Pitchfork does five reviews a day, and gives teasers for each review. When I see a teaser that says, "Mumford & Sons has successfully created perhaps the most adequate commercial rock album of 2015," I click through knowing there may be some good reading there. I guess I also did not even know that Mumford & Sons are loved by the masses and critically reviled. Are they critically reviled? Is it just Pitchfork? I don't even know that. I think part of the reason is that Mumford & Sons, much like Death Cab for Cutie and Better Than Ezra, have picked a name so bad, it ensures that I will never be able to actually focus on their music. This is true even though I saw them (and don't recall thinking they were detestable) in that movie Big Easy Express, which I mostly enjoyed. You pick a bad band name and you're dead to me. My new band is going to be called #FuckYou.
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Death cab gets me thinking about bands whose singers sort of talk-sing in a contrived super-sensitive manner, as some NPR hosts whisper-speak through radio bits. This gets me thinking about music which is so utterly gelded, "lullaby" fits better than "rock" or "alternative." And that leads me to Bon Iver, which causes me to wonder, why would anyone want to listen to someone you can barely hear sigh over music as delicate as it is dull?
