I’ve gotten really bad about posting reviews on this site. I’m finding that if I don’t sit down and force out a review the day after I see a movie, for example, it might take me months to get around to it.
That poses an even bigger problem for albums. I don’t feel ready to review an album until I’ve had a chance to listen to it in full at least four or five times, so any notion of striking while the fire is hot is out the window.
I bought Mumford & Sons’ debut album, Sigh No More, a day or two after their stirring performance at this year’s Grammys. Apparently many other people did the same thing, because the band leaped into the top five on iTunes and Amazon.com and made a great showing on the Billboard charts that week. That’s one of the fun things about the Grammys… the way it can launch a career based on the power of a single performance.
I do plan to review Sigh No More in full one of these days, so I won’t go into a lot of detail here. But suffice it to say that this is a lovely album of literate Irish-influenced pop — the sort of thing you’d listen to in a local bar and wonder why these guys hadn’t hit it big yet.
Well, they’ve hit it big now.
You’ll never be what is in your heart
Weep little lion man
You’re not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn’t I, my dear?
Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble little lion man
You’ll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn’t I, my dear?
Meet Me In Montauk 
However impressed I might have been with this group’s Grammy performance was overshadowed by the cringe element of watching poor Bob Dylan joining them on stage and croaking out “Maggie’s Farm.”
Still, this band does seem to have a nice folk sound that probably deserves further exploration. I like today’s song well enough. I’ll let you do that further exploring and report back:)