Housekeeping: Prizes! Genericana!

First things first: I'll be contacting the, um, winners from the 100k post this week and offering you a choice of worthless "prizes".

Secondly, I felt absolutely compelled to share an article with all of you, in which Mumford & Sons, along with their fellow-travelers (and frequent targets of inebriated covers by yours truly) The Lumineers, are ably and properly skewered. Can We Stop Listening To The Hair Metal Phase Of Folk Revival?" is the question at hand. But this isn't a vague gripe article like what you'd find on ThoughtCatalog. The author, Karl Ernest, takes dead aim at these groups and their listeners...

Skrillex caters to teenagers with metal angst and rave lust, Mumford to overwrought 20-somethings going through introspection withdrawals as indie rock’s influence fades... There’s nothing like a celebration of a hard-days’ blue-collar work sung by the voice of privilege and played with un-callused hands. I just can’t wait to get home and tweet these Industrial era lyrics to my digital-age, millennial friends. I suppose the goal is to make the listener feel more traveled and cultured by association, but the old-timey references only amount to clothes the emperor isn’t wearing.

Boom goes the dynamite, or something like that. Feel free to go read it.

I will wait.