Music
Sigh No More
If Dexys Midnight Runners aged into boozy pub-session romantics, they might sound like Mumford and Sons, a banjo-pickin', waltz-grindin' English folk rock quartet. Marcus Mumford sings of London lonely-hearts on "Winter Winds" with words like "pestilence" and "plague" – loverman, where could you be? Vet Mumford's desperation, elevated in TNT dynamics, can be thrilling: These guys turn the mea culpa "I really fucked it up this time/Didn't I, my dear?" into a pint sloshing refrain. The band members are only twentysomethings – imagine the rousing heartbreak ahead.