“Due to unforeseen circumstances we are rescheduling the April tour dates into September.”
Normally I would shrug and look forward to September but I think this is probably the end of my intimate time with Mumford and Sons and the disappointment hangs heavy like a line from one of their bittersweet songs. I know this tour was to be my last chance to witness a band that are so unaware of their potential that they are still playing support for other acts, (Which is probably the reason their April tour was postponed). This tour was my last chance to watch closely Marcus finish a song looking exhausted from the emotional effort of singing cleverly crafted lyrics of love and death and every other possibility in between. Every song feels like it is written for you, every line relates to some point in your life whether you are 18 or 80.
I first witnessed the “Mumford phenomenen” at Moles in Bath, a dark dank underground venue that has a history of discovering great bands.
“One of the best places to catch a glimpse of bands before they ascend to dizzy heights” said the NME and I know I just have. Half way through the first song it became obvious this band were different. Us “older” listeners stood resolutely at the back whilst late teen girls pushed their way to the front to gaze lovingly at an astonishingly tight 4 piece consisting of a double bass, a banjo, an accordian and acoustic guitar. Marcus is a huge presence as a front man whose voice moves effortlessly from a gentle caress to a warning growl ending in a roar that strips the mildew from the walls of the club, that said the band exist as a cohesive unit and I don’t believe they would be nearly as good without each other.
I know I will see this band again but I doubt if it will ever cost me six quid and be in front of a crowd of less than 200 people ever again.
Catch them if you can before they go big, Even if it is supporting someone else.
More from the vicars tea garden soon,