Dear Mumford & Sons,
Please bring back your banjos. I miss your banjos.And your acoustic guitars and emphatic folk. It's what made you you. You were country men and, back in 2009 on a crisp Autumn evening, I listened to you and imagined us living on a farm together- me in wellies and you in your waistcoats and fedoras, making music on top of haystacks to an audience of chickens. Now you've grown. You've seen the world. You've seen America. You've seen stardom. It's sad when this happens (Flashback: Kings Of Leon) but it's understandable. It's time to move on and that's ok. "We felt that doing the same thing, or the same instrumentation again, just wasn't for us," said Marcus. Thus the electric guitars, synthesizers and stadium-born songs.
I feel the Mumford & Sons charm has been left behind and replaced with something, dare I say it, overdone(??) Surely you could have developed your sound but kept it there. Like a fading sparkler, it could still be sizzling amongst the explosives. Actually, I exaggerate because there is still a charm. There always will be; You're Mumford & Sons. I know it sounds like I don't but I do still love you all. I listen to Wilder Mind on the train and the journey quickens- My head full of thoughts, the wheels full of speed. I listen to Wilder Mind in the sun and the weather feels warmer. I listen to Wilder Mind. I haven't neglected you. You still make me smile even if I do miss the old you.