CD: Mumford & Sons - Babel

There’s nothing much wrong with Mumford & Sons on paper. Personally, I couldn’t care less where they went to school. I choose to ignore the fact that their head boy – sorry, lead singer – looks like a Cameron clone auditioning for a part in All Creatures Great and Small. We might even forgive Marcus Mumford his outrageous good fortune in marrying Carey Mulligan.

So that's what we do and this is what we discover: crikey, Babel is dull. Not bad so much as terminally careful. The freshness that helped their multi-million-selling 2009 debut Sigh No More rise above its innate conservatism was a one time only deal. Three years on, their frantically scratchy, tub-thumping folk - characterised on every damn song by niggling double-time banjo and Mumford's briny, try-too-hard rasp - has calcified into something terribly formulaic. You root around these 12 songs for some recognition that music can offer more than a phlegmy, over-signified approximation of earthy authenticity, but the search is entirely in vain. Babel is so catastrophically mistitled it could almost be a joke: rarely has an album felt so musically monolinguistic.

In such an arid landscape the smallest positives sparkle like mountain water. “Holland Road” has a certain sad, epic grandeur; “Ghosts That We Know” is hymnal and undeniably moving. Babel also gives added oomph to the Mumford's signature sound, but even that development proves a double-edged sword. Though they have certainly managed to harness more of the infectious energy of their live shows, the upshot is that these vigorous 21^st-century shanties are constantly straining at the leash to be anthemic. “Lover of the Light” and "Hopeless Wanderer" are stadium folk, U2 in the hayloft, and none the better for it.

Lyrically, there is none of folk music's awkward desire to stir and agitate, or to speak as it finds. Instead, the poor-me poetry is as predictable as the shapes of the songs. It won't matter, of course. If you didn’t like Mumford & Sons before this album isn’t going to make a convert of you. Similarly, if you’re already a fan then Babel will be just what the (private) doctor ordered. Job done. And a job is what it feels like.

Watch the video for "I Will Wait"