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Mumford & Sons' enormous success may mean a wave of bands like Kassidy. They're vaguely folkie, vaguely hippy and ? newly chopped blonde singer-guitarist Hamish Fingland aside ? have enough hair between them to stuff the pillows of an entire household. Fingland and main frontman Barrie-James O'Neill's boyband looks have helped amass a mostly teenage following of trilby-wearing would-be bumpkins and young girls who greet the Glaswegian band with a collective "Whoooo".
If the world is waiting for an anodyne, airbrushed, teen-market Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, these are our boys. An acoustic guitar-wielding four-piece, occasionally augmented by bass and drums, their four-part harmonies are almost bellowed at the front rows. Even their more ghastly songs ? and there are a few of those ? are as infuriatingly catchy as campfire singalongs. However, the enforced jollity will be familiar to anyone who has ever opened the door to find someone brandishing a religious pamphlet.
The hairy, bearded boys rollercoast through Lenny Kravitz-type rock to Led Zeppelinesque country-rock, sounding unoriginal in both. O'Neill's Curtis Stigers holler is technically flawless but only occasionally sounds heartfelt, and Hope St is a fine song, badly played. This, though, is not their finest hour. A debutant is filling in for bassist/producer Thomas McNiece, who bailed out mid-tour to rejoin Gang of Four.
"I'm not unhappy," says beardie guitarist Lewis Andrew, a mite unnecessarily, before apologising for a "shambles". This honesty actually lifts the mood, and they rock out with more conviction. But a teeth-rattling cover of Adele's Rolling in the Deep suggests that Kassidy are not authentic, just desperate to please. Some will flock to them like to the Pied Piper; others may start fleeing for the hills.
Source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2011/apr/29/kassidy-review
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