- 10 Jun 02
A luscious 56-minute lullaby for troubled heads, sung quietly and played with delicate precision.
Iceland, eh? A small island nation, sparsely populated with a bunch of pale eccentrics that get fucked up as often as they possibly can and produce more brilliant music than their numbers should by rights allow? I’m almost sure I’ve heard of somewhere quite like this before…
Whatever, Múm are a perfectly strange product of their unique environment and with a penchant for
playing gigs in swimming pools to a floating audience, it was always unlikely that Finally We Are No-One would appeal to your average Stereophonics fan. What we do get, however, is a luscious 56-minute lullaby for troubled heads, sung quietly and played with delicate precision.