MUMFORD/SONS - Rushmere (Bloodshot Red Vinyl) (Indies) If you're looking for an album to accompany your next journey on the ol' family tractor, look no further than Mumford & Sons' latest offering, "Rushmere." This record, pressed on bloodshot red vinyl (because why settle for boring black?), is a nod to the indie folk roots that made this British band a household name.
From the opening track, "Ploughing the Fields of Love," to the closing number, "Harvest Moon Serenade," Mumford & Sons take listeners on a musical journey through the countryside.
The banjo riffs are as plucky as ever, the harmonies soar like a lark in springtime, and the lyrics are chock-full of imagery that will have you feeling like you're frolicking through a wheat field at sunset.
But don't be fooled by the pastoral themes – there's a subtle darkness lurking beneath the surface of "Rushmere." Tracks like "The Ghost of Wicklow Hall" and "Murphy's Law" delve into the shadows, reminding us that even in the idyllic countryside, trouble can always be found.
So grab your wellies, pour yourself a pint of ale, and let Mumford & Sons serenade you into the night with "Rushmere." Just be sure to watch out for the occasional stray sheep – those things can be sneaky bastards.
From the opening track, "Ploughing the Fields of Love," to the closing number, "Harvest Moon Serenade," Mumford & Sons take listeners on a musical journey through the countryside.
The banjo riffs are as plucky as ever, the harmonies soar like a lark in springtime, and the lyrics are chock-full of imagery that will have you feeling like you're frolicking through a wheat field at sunset.
But don't be fooled by the pastoral themes – there's a subtle darkness lurking beneath the surface of "Rushmere." Tracks like "The Ghost of Wicklow Hall" and "Murphy's Law" delve into the shadows, reminding us that even in the idyllic countryside, trouble can always be found.
So grab your wellies, pour yourself a pint of ale, and let Mumford & Sons serenade you into the night with "Rushmere." Just be sure to watch out for the occasional stray sheep – those things can be sneaky bastards.






