Mumford and Sons. HEADLINING GLASTONBURY? HOW? WHAT? WHERE? WHY? WHOSE HEAD SHOULD ROLL?
Bourgeois twits pretending to be bumpkins. Piecrust beards, farmers’ hats. And a banjo. A FRIGGING BANJO. What is this? Acid Skiffle? The return of the sodding Worzels? Ooh ah, OK Yah! Chinless, inbred, sister-shagging, bogus hayseeds! The simplest possible chords strummed loud and hard for no particular reason. Stupid words from someone who should be down the youth club singing Kum By Fucking Ah! With the vicar on washboard. Clunts!