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I'm like, oh, f***.

The outtakes are going to be wicked.

Don't take me home.

Please don't take me home.

I just don't want to go to work.

I want to stay here, drink all the beds.

And I sat a whole team down and I said,

if you double book us on an England night,

when England are playing, everyone is fired. My guest today is a soulful singer,

songwriter and musician whose lyrics are as powerful if you're humming them along alone in

the shower who in a 20,000 person sing along at one of his concerts.

His Grammy Award winning band, Mumford & Sums, just released their six album.

Prize Fighter, Pulitzer Prize winning for poetry, get on it.

And he's got a remarkable concert heat map, Declan Rice-esque, set to cover the United States this year.

He's also proper football. Here to talk about it all. It's joy to welcome back. Mr. Marcus Mumford. Hello, Rod. It's good to see you. Congratulations. I wore my finest blazer for you. I can tell. And I show up and you're a netware. Yeah, I know. I'm Mumford and Sonsing it. your man blazing it. It's like one of those awful body swap movies you look good.

It's good one of those awful

body swap movies. You look good. It's good to see, man. Considering that you're in the heat of it,

you just released your six album, the beautiful, I should say, life-affirming prize fighter.

The banjo song is currently faintly audible all over the planet. Songwriting seems like alchemy.

I mean, you are fishing words, sounds out of the ether of your mind.

How does it feel when that ether of your mind is now out in the world for us all to see?

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