Dog Is Dead - Young

Imagine Mumford & Sons without the intolerable, suffocating smugness and that sickly professional sheen. Imagine a more charming, more ramshackle version of them; you’ll get your everyone-singing-at-same-time vocal cascade, you’ll get your military drumming to march along to, you’ll get the earnest, fervent lyric that sounds like it must almost certainly be about something really important, though I can’t quite tell if I’m meant to leave my woes or clothes behind the wall (but, hey, both sound like fine ideas), and the chorus is easy to pick up f’sure, and it’s uplifting and nostalgic and real easy to sing-along to.

Imagine those things, and if you like the thought then you need to hear ‘Young’, and if you hear ‘Young’ and like it, then one minute thirty in you’ll get a great little partyparty breakdown chucked into the bargain. Stick that up your pompous derriere, Mumford & Sons. And put a tenner on this band to rule next years festivals.