The Go Set: Another Round in Melbourne Town

June 23, 2011

For wee awhile The Go Set were a band that would annually put out a full length studio album and invariably that years release would land within the top 3 of Shite’n’Onions best of year list. The Rising making the cherished #1 spot in 2008. Then things went quite, very quite. So quite that I thought that the band may have departed this mortal world – it didn’t help that the web site was hijacked by a brand of designer jeans (weird eh?). Well, 2011 sees the band back and doing what they do best – playing really frigging raw and loud. Another Round In Melbourne Town is a 19 track, no frills, live album of punk-rock-n-bagpipes, distinctly Australian – old AC/DC, Weddings, Presents, Anything – that will smack you hard about the head and then stomp on your fingers when you try and pick up your teeth from the ground. The best way to hear the Go Set is LOUD and LIVE and since most of us are not in Ozz, this is the next best thing to experiencing ’em in the flesh. Mores the pity.

1. Intro2. MacPherson’s Rant (from Sing a Song of Revolution)

3. North of the 23 (from Rising)

4. Fortune and Gold (from A Journey for a Nation)

5. Bordeaux (from The Hungry Mile)

6. The Miner’s Son (from Rising)

7. The Rising Tide (from A Journey for a Nation)

8. Portland 3:15 (from Rising)

9. 1788 (from Sing a Song of Revolution)

10. The Old Dark Brown (from Sing a Song of Revolution)

11. 5am (from Sing a Song of Revolution)

12. Mainland (The Real McKenzies cover)

13. Fifty Four (from Rising)

14. Away Away (Weddings Parties Anything cover from Sing a Song of Revolution)

15. Union Man (from The Hungry Mile)

16. Power of Youth (from The Hungry Mile)

17. Eastside Burning (from Rising)

18. Roaring Forties (from Rising)

19. Davey (from The Hungry Mile)

20. Wide Open Road (The Triffids cover)

The Fisticuffs: You’ll Not Take Us Alive

June 16, 2011

There is a old joke that goes something like this…..

Question – How do you describe a well balanced Irish man?

Answer – Someone with a chip on both shoulders.

Well The Fisticuffs are a bunch of well balanced, streetwise, blue collar Irish fellows from Chicago, so not only have they the chips they have big shoulders and they aint afraid to use’em. You’ll Not Take Us Alive is The Fisticuffs 3rd full length release and its fast and abrasive Celtic punk straight off the streets of the Southside. I’d describe The Fisticuffs as ‘old’ Flogging Molly, meets The Popes meets The Tossers in a bar brawl and they are the ones with the knuckledusters and they don’t pull punches.

The Canny Brothers Band: One Drop of Whiskey

May 19, 2011

I’ve been struggling to write a review of One Drop of Whiskey, the new release by The Canny Brothers Band. It should have been pretty easy, right? 7 piece, Brooklyn based group, playing mostly Irish folk standards along with some originals, with a slight rock influence. But, there was something else there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. That was until last night while I got caught in a pissing rain storm as I gave One Drop of Whiskey one more spin on my mp3 player, it came to me- Jimmy Buffett!

Now you might be thinking I’m totally insane for making this comparison. I doubt the bros wear Hawaiian shirts on stage, I’m pretty sure they’d rather pull a nice pint of Guinness then make a Pina Colada, though their skill on the grill are not in doubt. What I am getting at is there is this laid back grove that perminates right through the album – its most obvious on, Óró, Sé do Bheatha ‘Bhaile, with its reggae grove, the funky bass of I’ll Tell Me Ma, and on the title track, but it’s there in every track to some extent in either the music or vocals – even the songs of rebellion and hanging and the like, for this Buffett comes straight to mind. Finally, Irish music you can chill to.

http://cannybrothersband.com/

BASTARDS ON PARADE: TALES FROM THE DEATH SHORE

May 16, 2011

Yup, the Bastards are back! Galicia’s own Bastards on Parade seem to have tossed aside their “annual 4-track E.P.” motif operandi with their latest offering, the full-length CD, Tales from the Death Shore.

But this is hardly the only change for this band with this release! The Bastards’ journey of evolution seems to be similar to that of one of their main influence’s,The Dropkick Murphys. But with each step, the band moved ever away from being yet another DKM-esque Paddy-Punk outfit. And with Tales from the Death Shore, the Bastard’s have begun to well and truly carve out their own place in this ever-growing field.

Without question, the Bastards have the song-craft down. This would probably be where many of the lesser bands have stumbled, but where BoP truly shine. They have honed their style to be a solid, rocking, yet accessible Celtic Folk-Punk sound, seamlessly incorporating all instruments, (guitars, bass, gaita, drums, whistle and mandolin,) into each song to create a true focus. But this has always been the strength of this band. And happily, this is still the case on Tales from the Death Shore.

No, it is Identity that seems to be the Hydra tackled on this release.

You see, early on, the Bastards decided to incorporate the gaita, (or Galician bagpipe,) into their instrumentation. Now, I don’t know if this was a conscious choice to assert the band’s Galician identity, or one made out of necessity from the availability of pipers in the Galician area, but I do know that it has lent a nice cultural signature to the band’s music.

And now, on Tales From the Death Shore, a distinct accent in the vocals has become apparent. Far more-so than with the Bastards’ previous three releases. Now, call me paranoid, or simply over-analyzing, but I can’t help wondering if this is, again, a conscious decision to express the Iberian-Celtic identity of the band. If this was a planned one, it is not only a good idea, but one that has proven successful for band influences, The Dropkick Murphys, (Ken Casey’s Boston accent drips all over every one of that band’s material.)

And then there are the songs themselves. Local references are peppered amongst Tales from the Death Shore, (most noticeably in the immediately catchy track, Gaelic,) but the inclusion of two Galician traditional tunes, all “Bastardized up” to BoP standards; opener Marcha do Antigo Reino de Galiza, (“The March of the Old Kingdom of Galicia,”) and “Chantada’s Jig,” (also known as Muiñeira de Chantada, one of Galicia’s most popular folk tunes!), really cements this argument.

Now, the incorporation of cultural pride is fine, expressing feelings toward one’s home, an’ all that, and makes for great subject matter for any band. However, in the case of the Bastards on Parade, it really elevates the band up to a higher level. It gives the band more personality, not just the authors of a collection of songs. This metamorphosis is either a very smart marketing move, or an extremely fortunate development. It also makes for some damned good listening.

In the Celtic Folk-Punk genre, there are a few well-overused clichés: the old “Shane-like” vocals, massive accordion-focused production, and the most blatant, and tired of all, the excessive drinking songs. Used in moderation, a good drinking song is great. However, nothing but drinking songs makes a band come across as shallow; a one-trick pony. The Bastards have successfully avoided all of these pitfalls, throughout their brief yet productive career to date. And the inclusion of Galician traditional songs and tunes can only open up the ink-well for further material for these guys!

After all, it is the songs that are the meat and potatoes of any good CD. And this is a really good CD! The Galician elements add a nice flavor to the mix, but nothing here is too “foreign” or unusual. Every track, (or should I say, “Tale!”) is accessible and familiar and in keeping with the BoP sound. My personal faves on the disc, (aside from the aforementioned ‘Gaelic,’ which I dig a lot!) must be the moody and introspective ‘Raging Sea’, the staunch and proud battle hymn, ‘(Black) Flags and Torches,’ and what might be considered the band’s first official single from this release, the driving and unrelenting, ‘Infamous,’ with its rousing chorus and pervasive mandolin wandering.

I have been lucky enough to follow along with Bastards on Parade’s growth and evolution, and although I know that Tales from the Death Shore is only the current stage in their development, it is really good one. Thanks, guys!

File under “highly recommended.”

Review by Christopher P. Toler, THE Blathering Gommel

Sharks Come Cruisin: A Past We Forget That We Need To Know

May 16, 2011

Sharks Come Cruisin are a Pirate/Maritime/folk-punk band from Providence, RI who play strangely enough traditional sea shanties along side a few originals. “A Past We Forget That We Need To Know” is the SCC third release and surprisingly the first I’ve heard since these guys are based just an hour or so down 95 from the Shite’n’Onions world headquarters.

What we have here is unashamedly arm-in-arm, peg legged, rum drinking, all sing along together, high seas good times all (and on glorious yellow vinyl). And if you don’t like it, you’re a land luving scurvy dog who deserves to walk the plank and be eaten by the fishes!

Arrrrragh!

The Bloody Irish Boys: Auld St. PATRICK

May 10, 2011

Remember the Bloody Irish Boys? Its been a long time between releases – 6 years in fact since their somewhat controversial debut came out. Way back when myspace was king, the BIBs were kings of myspace with something like 50,000 friends – though there were a few voices raised that the BIBs were not a real band more a one man bedroom band that sounded way too close to Flogging Molly for comfort. Despite the criticism Drunk Rock was a very fine album.

So, 6 years and lots of things have changes – myspace is essentially dead, the Bloody Irish Boys are a real touring band (SXSW this year) and they don’t sound that much like Flogging Molly anymore – but that’s cos’ based on what we’ve heard of the new Flogging Molly album, Flogging Molly don’t sound like Flogging Molly anymore. So, if you’re looking for fast, guitar and fiddle driven, old fashioned Celtic punk Auld St. Patrick won’t disappoint.

Dropkick Murphys: Going Out In Style … or, ‘How Dropkick Murphys Kinda Sorta Enriched All Our Lives If Only Just By A Little Green Drop’

April 23, 2011

‘Dropkick Murphys’. Very few band names have ever looked so good written down, or spoken out loud. That was a pretty good start. We are born and our parents give us a name and we often are that name, somehow. Likewise with bands. The best ones sound like the music itself. The actual name ‘Guns’n’Roses’ – no matter what may have happened since – sounds like the music on Appetite For Destruction. Rose Tattoo SOUND LIKE a band called ‘Rose Tattoo’. One of the best pairings of bands I’ve ever seen was indeed Rose Tattoo and Dropkick Murphys. The combination somehow showcased DKM at their best; a raucous soulful rock band with some bagpipes in the mix. A simple and spirited equation. Mean and clean and going toe-to-toe with Rose Tattoo. It looked and sounded better than other combinations I’ve seen them with play with. Hardcore bands, or skinhead bands, playing in support of Dropkick Murphys always seems too flatulent & ‘underground’ for my liking. Rose Tattoo, for fuck’s sake?! THAT’S more like it, and the two bands’ respect was clearly mutual.

I bought a black t-shirt with a skull and hockey logo (what else??) and left the venue uplifted by the utter lack of bullshit.

And I’ve bought a few more t-shirts since. We all have. Again, that name just looks so damn mean and right, written down above a skull. Throw in a shamrock or two and you’re part of a mythology. A hundred other bands have copied it, but who do you reckon you’ll remember?

Doesn’t matter how many by-numbers punk dandyisms you might bear witness to in a DKM audience, the music and delivery, at its best, has always been more akin to a Springsteen-and-denim approach than anything else. And thus Springsteen’s appearance on the new album’s sentimental singalong Peg O’My Heart seems pretty earthy and right, and not novelty at all. And despite a merchandise catalogue that brings to mind Iron Maiden in its lurid flair and Madonna in its range of products (kids’ pencil cases), the paradox is that the Murphys maintain the credibility of Springsteen himself. They are mentioned in the same breath as fart-joke suburban mega ‘punk’ acts like NOFX (Fat Mike lends his tired whine to the new album) and yet they invite Dubliners and Pogues into their studios. The Church of Dropkick Murphys is a very broad church indeed.

But this Church has its tenets. From the mock-brawling skinheads who cheerfully incorporate the hockey skull into their own narrow regalia, right through to the lonely suburban kid with a cheap Dropkick Murphys flag pinned up in his bedroom, the audience know that the Murphys are on our side. The Murphys are on YOUR side! Solidarity must count for something, and there is power in the union.

And pirates are fun. The best song on Going Out In Style has to be the opening track, Hang ‘Em High. We don’t know who exactly the enemy is but we know we’re going to fight ‘em to the death, with our presumably vintage weapons, and that we’re all going to swing into action Captain Blood-style and the whole thing is going to be fucking mad fun. And only Dropkick Murphys can deliver that sort of fun. Jesus, they’ve out-pirated Flogging Molly ten times over by now. This song is like Master And Commander writ large in rock font. It’s got as much clout as Shipping Up To Boston and could only have been performed by the Murphys, (and I can’t even say for sure that the nature of the fighting is nautical, but there is a shark reference, so that’ll do).

Another tenet of the Church, of course is; Though Shalt Honour All Things Irish. Well, not all things Irish, but some things. Well, a couple of things. Irish equals tough. We’re in a black & white time capsule somewhere between James Cagney and On The Waterfront. That suburban kid in his bedroom, with his flags of punk piracy on the walls, he might be a Germanic Midwesterner, but if he squeezes his eyes tight, he can recall his great-great grandfather O’Flynn and proudly realize his imperative for clannish, rebellious, rough diamond behaviour. If he is, on the other hand, a lad in, say, the midwest of Germany, he can always get drunk on Guinness while listening to the new record, or settle for a show with some clone paddypunk band from Bavaria.

And so, everyone belongs, and everyone is sorta Irish. But there’s more to the Church than this, and also less than this, because the Murphys pepper their lyrics with in-jokes and hometown references – the title track is a case in point – in such a way as nobody can accuse them of over-tailoring their act for maximum audience haulage. This too is something of a paradox. In this sense, you can say they have stayed true to their roots, a cliché that has rarely meant much at all.

I saw a blaze of Dropkick Murphys t-shirts for sale at a market stall the other night, skeletons grinning away alongside Motley Crue and Iron Maiden, stacked up nicely against a leering AC/DC Angus-devil. Begorrah! Never mind all the blarney – and certainly don’t mind the bollocks, and the ever-present little punk mafias with Cock Sparrer patches pinned alongside Barroom Hero – we in Australia understand perfectly well that highland bagpipes belong in rock’n’roll. Those of us who saw the Murphys sing ‘Long Way To The Top’ as an encore, on the same bill as Rose Tattoo, certainly do hold this truth to be self-evident.

Let’s Go Murphys.

http://www.dropkickmurphys.com/

Will Swan
Sydney, Australia, April 2011

Farler’s Fury: Purgatory, Quebec

April 22, 2011

Despite the title, French Canada seems to seems to be quite the hot bed of Celtic punk – we just reviewed Montreal’s Drunken Dru and The Mahones have hauled ass from Toronto and are now based in Montreal though I can’t confirm if Finny is fluent or not.

Purgatory, Quebec is the follow up to the demo/CD, In Between , we reviewed here a couple of years back. I remember In Between being a strong effort with lots of solid punk rock topped with bagpipes. Real Men Wear Kilts being a stand out track on the demo. Purgatory, Quebec follows in the footsteps but its just a wee bit more punkie (in a Street Dogs vain) and way more bag pipe-ie. Great stuff and they even do one track in French just for good measure – Trimestre

Drunken Dru: Saint Henri

April 14, 2011

Drunken Dru are a maritime/punk/Celtic/metal and folk outfit outta of Montreal Quebec and are part of the extended Mahones / Peelers family. Sean “Riot” Ryan of the Mahones plays guitar here.

“Saint Henri”, Drunken Dru’s third full length – and first as a non one-man band – is a proudly DIY affair – trashy, fast folk-punk, with more of a punkie emphasis. The band that comes to mind for the “sounds like” comparison is The Filthy Thieving Bastards (or even the $wingin’ Utter$….you get me drift)

Highlights include the Irish/maritime “Heading for a Halifax” and the neck breaking “The way you ride”

A nice find. Recommended.

Horslips: Live at the O2

March 24, 2011

Horslips – Live at the O2 Arena [Audio CD]The story of the Horslips comeback is a great rock’n’roll tale. Horslips went their separate ways in 1980 – 10 years together as a band was a long time in those days and it was time for the various members to move on and do other things with their lives – drummer Eamon Carr became a successful journalist and ran a record label, bass player Barry Devlin, a music producer, screen writer and director, organist Jim Lockhart became head producer at Ireland’s national radio station, while fiddler Charles O’Connor became an antique dealer in his native England. Guitar play Johnny Fean was the sole member to keep slugging away treading the boards.

The legend of Horslips in many ways faded in the 80s and 90s and the band were forgotten by all but a few diehard fans – it didn’t help that the band – one of the most independent minded bands of the ‘70s had lost control of their catalog and then disassociated themselves with the shoddy LP and CD reissues of their back catalog. Eventually after many years of court battles the band were able to get control of their music again.

2004 saw a exhibition of Horslips memorabilia in Derry, Ireland put together by some uber-fans; posters, flyers, velvet loon pants, mustaches and Barry’s legendary shamrock bass. The band of course attended and but happiness of seeing each other in the same room other than a court room quick turned to fear when they released they would be expected to actually play something – they did oblige and a short acoustic set was performed to a small audience, none of whom expected to see Horslips ever play together again.

That brief set lead to an acoustic album of Horslips favorites – Roll Back – in 2004 and finally in December 2009 something that I don’t think anyone ever really imagined would ever happen again, Horslips playing live again for real.

Live at the O2 documents one of the two December gigs (the other gig was in Belfast)- the O2 in Dublin is by far Ireland’s largest venue and the 10,000 capacity arena was filled to capacity and the two disk live album captures the excitement and enthusiasm of a fan base who had waited an awful long time……

Haven’t heard Horslips, Live at the O2 is the place to start – you get 29 of their best tracks played by a band that is feeding off the enthusiasm of an audience that would put Bieber fever to shame and all with top notch 21st century production and recording. Sure they are an unashamedly 70s rock band and at times unashamedly prog rock but that are also the original masters of Celtic rock and at the O2 there is no doubt that they are still the masters of Celtic rock as the shook the very foundations of the O2. And to quote Phil Chervon of the Pogues, Dearg Doom is still “the greatest Irish rock song of all time”, nuff said.

http://www.horslips.ie

Potato-eating, Whiskey-drinking, Bog-trotting, CELTIC PUNK ROCK