Label: Island
Released: 20th February 2026
Mumford & Sons have made two albums in a year and the second one is the better one. That alone tells you most of what you need to know about ‘Prizefighter’.
Where ‘Rushmere’ was careful, stripped-back and inward-looking, this is the opposite. ‘Prizefighter’ is loud, busy, collaborative and deliberately unprecious. It doesn’t sound like a band returning, correcting or redeeming anything. It sounds like a band that’s stopped worrying about being tasteful.
The biggest change isn’t the sound, it’s the attitude. For years, Mumford & Sons’ records felt like they were trying to justify their own existence – explaining success, managing perception, sanding down anything that might attract mockery. Here, that anxiety is gone. The album doesn’t apologise for being big, or fun, or popular. It just gets on with it.
That freedom shows up immediately in the structure. Songs arrive fast and leave early. Choruses hit rooms, not essays. The band sound less interested in atmosphere and more interested in momentum.
Collaboration is the spine of the record, not a talking point. Working with Aaron Dessner at Long Pond gives the album its looseness, but the real shift is how willing Mumford & Sons are to share space. These songs feel designed to be opened up and handed around. Voices come in, ideas overlap, nothing feels guarded.
That works best when the band lean into movement. ‘Run Together’, co-written with FINNEAS, pushes forward on rhythm rather than sentiment, while ‘Badlands’, featuring Gracie Abrams, reframes Mumford & Sons as a band in motion – escape-minded, restless, clean-lined. Abrams doesn’t soften the track; she sharpens it, turning it into one of the album’s most effective left turns.
Elsewhere, the band deal directly with their own mythology. ‘The Banjo Song’ doesn’t reject the instrument or reclaim it with solemnity – it shrugs at it. It’s self-aware without being self-flagellating, playful without becoming parody. That tone runs through the album: an acceptance that the past exists, and doesn’t need defending.
When the record slows down, it does so briefly. ‘Conversations With My Son (Gangsters And Angels)’ is the emotional anchor, but it avoids the usual framing of a “big” Mumford Moment (TM). It’s direct, restrained, and trusts the idea to land without dressing it up. The same goes for ‘Rubber Band Man’, whose urgency comes from shared intensity rather than private anguish.
What ‘Prizefighter’ never does is overstate itself. Even at its biggest, it resists the urge to announce importance. That restraint – or maybe that indifference – is what gives the album its confidence. It’s not chasing approval or rewriting history. It’s operating on the assumption that the band know who they are now, and don’t need to explain it.
This isn’t a renaissance, a comeback or a rebrand. It’s something simpler and rarer: Mumford & Sons sounding comfortable being excessive, collaborative and a bit silly again. ‘Prizefighter’ works because it stops trying to be right and starts trying to be good.
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