So is this Bob Mould album worth my five dollars?
Yes.
You know what isn't worth anyone's money? The new Mumford & Sons album. Good Lord, what a useless pile of crap. I enjoyed their debut, but that album exhibited, like, subtle differences between the songs. I truly can't tell the songs apart on Babel. They're all exactly the same in every way, and none of them come close to the overplayed but decent singles on Sigh No More. It's like they just took Little Lion Man and wrote it 12 more times, with greatly diminishing results. And the lyrics are so fucking terrible, which is a shame because it's fucking psuedo-indie folk rock, which means the vocals are up way too loud and you can hear every word muttered.
Seriously, pick any song on the album and the word "heart" will be in there somewhere. Could be an icy heart, could be a warm heart, could be a wooden heart, could be a steel heart. Even Bono would blush at their shamelessness. And none of the lyrics make sense. Like, "I can take the road and I can fuck it all the way" is nonsense, but then there are entire verses of this crap:
You heard my voice
I came out of the woods by choice
The shelter also gave the shade
But in the dark I have no name
What the hell does that even mean? Read it, think about it. It's barely English. It reads like something a poet would write, but it's basically word salad, only utilizing words that are typically associated with earnest, poetic feelings, but in this case aren't. At all.
Fuck this band.