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Jason Webley: Counterpoint

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If I could describe this album in a single sentence, it would be “It’s kind of sounds like Tom Waits, except Jason Webley vocals sounds just as rough and he is only half OlD Tom’s age, and uses an accordion, and a piano” Now, I usually write a little more than a single sentence in these reviews, so….. i’ll explain a little more about the album.

Not exactly the usual album you’d see in a Shite’n’Onions review, but I though that those of you who enjoy Tom Waits, or Shane MacGowan’s Ballads, or even The Rev. Glasseye, would be interested. (Not to mention the fact that they took over a ferry ship in Puget Sound dressed like pirates!!) This 12 track CD varies quite a bit, from some of the mellower songs like “Southern Cross”, “Counterpoint”, or “It’s Not Time To Go Yet” to some of the more upbeat tracks + My favorite ones on the album, like “The Broken Cup”, “The Graveyard” or even the very danceable “Quite Contrary” (a song that has a Mexican Feista feel to it) But the track that I enjoyed the most is “Drinking Song” (imagine that!!) If any S’n’O readers had a chance to hear any song on this album, make sure it’s the “Drinking Song” The instruments include everything from the guitar to the saxophone, or from the steel guitar to the marimba. Jason is also doing a west coast tour starting Saturday Sept 14, so check out his website for more info on tours, CD’s, and whatnot. A fine album that is actually in my CD player at the moment! ( I just checked!)

October 2002

Review By Brian “Jim Goad Rules” Gillespie

http://www.jasonwebley.com/

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Dropkick Murphys: Live on St. Patrick’s Day

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I know a lot of folks don’t enjoy live albums very much. (Myself included!) They are usually bland, and lacking the quality of the studio versions, but this is an exception. This album was recorded during the St. Patrick’s Day Weekend 2002, in Boston, of all places! So you know it’s gonna be loud & rowdy! With a total of 26 tracks, and about 74 mins long. It starts out with the Boston Police Gaelic Column marching from the Broadway Bridge, down W. Broadway, along Dorchester Street, and into the concert at The Avalon Ballroom, where the Dropkick Murphys break into the song “For Boston”. As soon as I heard the opening, I knew I wished I was there! (Murph, wasn’t there either, so make sure you send him an e-mail, and talk a lot of shit!) In my own opinion, I think they have come a long way (and a lot of band members) since “The Singles Collection”. Not only is the actual recording top notch, but the music itself is pretty good too! (Only noticed one fuck-up throughout the whole recording!) My favorite tracks were “Boys On The Docks” and “A Few Good Men” (sounds brilliant with blue-collar Boston singing in the background!) The Boston Choir also joins in on “Curse Of A Fallen Soul”. On “Forever” we get a marriage proposal on stage from a very nervous guy named Eric, and a very happy “Yes” from a lass named Gillian. (Ken Casey points out that it was a good thing she said yes, because the show was being filmed for DVD, and he could have been one embarrassed prick!) You gotta love the “Spicy McHaggis Jig” especially with a stage full of ladies dancing! “The Wild Rover” sounded good, along with the CCR cover “Fortunate Son” On the song “Nutty- Bruins Theme” the boys get some classic hockey fights up on the big screen. (Bob Probert, anyone?) A damn fine album, even if it’s live. Oh yeah, for anyone familiar with a DKM concert, there are no bonus points for guessing which song they played last!
Sean Holland will be reviewing the DVD version of this concert again, in a future issue. (and like usual, his review will be more professional than my “Sasquatch-style” sentence structures, that I always try and pass off as a quality reviews!) The next studio album will be in stores early spring 2003, my guess is March 17th.

October 2002

Review By Brian “Bigfoot” Gillespie

http://www.dropkickmurphys.com/
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The Sods: Boxing and Grand Old Tea

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You gotta love the attitude of The Sods. Everything is homegrown D.I.Y. I consider that respectable. What’s even more respectable is the fact that they started their own record label (Lazy Sod Records) and don’t really give a shit about making a buck. It’s all about the pure fun of it all. “Boxing And Grand Old Tea” is the first album made by the Ft. Wayne, Indiana based band/label. These guys are more concerned about keeping the youth of Indiana entertained now that Bobby Knight got booted outta town! Or maybe they released the album just in time so that the local USA basketball fans can forget about the thrashing the USA team received at the World Championship up the road in Indianapolis last week!

According to the press release, The band began playing in sedate coffeehouses for the first couple years. Recently, the band had made it’s new home in Fort Wayne’s Art Factory organized by Exustio Purgamentium Productions. The shows have allowed nearly any act to perform regardless of genre or experience. The Sods became known for their looseness, humor, and energy. It also reflects on the album. From Celtic fiddle and squeezebox to bluegrass mandolin and upright bass, the band displays its roots proudly. Homemade instruments (more DIY) include like the half guitar/half Irish bouzouki, “the 8-string Guizouki” or the “Blatterbox”, a suitcase full of assorted kitchen party utensils. (spoons, pots, pans, sporks….) The album is quite interesting, containing 11 originals, and two covers. (The covers are “The Wild Rover” and “The Holy Ground”, a song The Skels perfected a while back.) To be honest, you kind of have to get used to Jonah’s vocal stylings, on songs such as “Drunk Punk” or ” An Encounter W/ Darcy Dancer”. Then other songs such as “The Leaving Of Hollyhead” (which has a melody somewhat resembling Blood Or Whiskey’s “Frank”) the vocals fit the music perfect. I also thought “The Ballydowse Goat Dance” was a standout. and finally, this is straight from the band themselves…Attention Pirates! “Stop sellouts before they start! BOOTLEG THIS CD!” You gotta love that attitude!

October 2002

Review By Brian “Bootlegger” Gillespie

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Bates Motel: Peppermill

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Christ where d’ya start? Lets take the name, it should tell you that if you’re into non-threatening armchair beard growing folk noodling then this really ain’t the band for you! If on the other hand you like your Celtic/Folk Rock on the dangerous side of scary then pull up a chair …this could take awhile – ‘cos we’re about to define a whole new genre.

Cornwall, England’s Celtic out-post – sleepy, laid back and easy going picture postcard Cornwall has had the good fortune for us to produce four of the angriest men on the planet. Lucky then they happen to play the fiddle, drums, bass and guitar while screaming out lyrics saturated in uncompromising lucid anger.

Nothing special there I hear you chuckle, yes I know that the Levellers, NMA et al have covered the same ground before but have any done it to a pounding rhythm section that could kick an Elephant into orbit? Have any done it with a big big fiddle sound that owes more to the rolling guitar breaks and riffs of Nirvana and The Cult rather than it does to a twee theme night in an ‘Oirish’ pub? I think not.

Welcome people, we’ve just found ourselves in a brave new world of Celtic grunge, a world where Bates Motel are the un-doubted kings. The opener ‘Here’s To You’ intros with a fiddle line chunky enough to floor Lennox Lewis before tearing the place apart with thumping drums and bass aplenty. Track two ‘Branches’ a tune with more understated menace than the Yorkshire Ripper on a shrinks couch, climbing heights that would give lesser bands vertigo before descending into troughs of near acapella vocals before throwing you on the back of the richest fiddle hook you’ll ever hear and back up to the heights.

They just keep coming, ‘Talking To The Ghost’ a dub-ska number fully loaded with enough crunching fiddle and guitar to keep the average metal-head drooling for weeks. ‘Twistabout’ a full on folk-punk rage against the world, ‘Final Stretch’, ‘Pigs’ and the glorious ‘For The Cause’ only serve to show the band as unique in a mostly bland and tired scene that relies far too much in what’s gone before.

They are hard, they are heavy, they leave the jigs and reels that the middle classes love alone and concentrate instead on producing a power fuelled look into the future of Celtic Rock that would stand tall amongst any other style of music that you could put against it. It’s as commercial as it is credible, It will only take the first major label to sniff around and you’ll be hearing a lot more of Bates Motel.

Harvey- bass, Paul – fiddle, Andy – guitar and vox and Nimbo -drums, stand up I salute you and thank you for restoring my faith.

October 2002

Review by Steve Davies

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The Honeymans: Stompin’ Grounds

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Now this is going to be interesting, an attempt to review an album that is almost impossible to describe! The sound of The Honeymans is somewhat like a jigsaw puzzle, one piece is Celtic Folk, another piece is funk, another is piece of punk, a few small gypsy pieces, and yet another ska/reggae piece. Put the shite together and……it’s The Honeymans!! No questions needed! When it comes to the live shows, Joe Keithley of D.O.A. fame, explains it best, “The Honeymans are truly a unique musical act…. Perhaps most surprising is that they can play in front of punks, hippies, folkies, rockers, and thrill-seekers and they all go away happy.” It made D.O.A. so happy, they invited The Honeymans to open up for them on D.O.A.’s Canadian tour last May.

They are a good time kind of band that include tracks like “Ska Wars” An obvious skankin’ ska song about the Star Wars movies, with lyrics like “R2-D2 when do I get to meet you, no garbage pile is ever gonna eat you…” Another great is the Nomeansno cover, “The Day Everything Became Nothing” Or the one minute track, “Johnny Fire’s Ring Of Cash” complete with perfect Johnny Cash sound alike vocals! “Kneel’s Reels” will please Shite’n’Onions readers the most, with some catchy fiddling, but it doesn’t end there. Every track is a surprise of how much they can twist up different styles of music like a pretzel, eat it right in front of you, then spit out the chewed up pretzel in your face, Honeymans style!! Enough funk to make Flea get up and skank like a Mexican jumping bean on angel dust. If you are in need of some catchy funk-punk ditties with some ska/reggae/Celtic-folk overtones check out this album. Or check ’em out live. With upcoming tours planned for Canada, USA, Europe, & Australia, no one has an excuse not to miss it. (including me, Procrastinator Extraordinare)

October 2002

Review by Brian Gillespie

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The Whiskey Rebels: The Whiskey Rebels

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I was very curious to hear this CD after reading GMM Records description of the band as California’s Dropkick Murphys and while certainly this CD starts off brilliantly, Dropkick style with the eponymous “Whiskey Rebels”, with a punky acoustic intro ala “Boys on the Docks” then bursting into the explosive street punk the DKM’s used to do so well on “Do or Die”. The remaining 15 or so tracks unfortunately don’t reach the high’s of the title track. Don’t get me wrong its good street punk and while similar to early DKM’s (musically & lyrically), if you’re going to claim to be anyone’s answer to the Dropkick Murphys you better hit the target every time, and with the exception of “Whiskey Rebels”, the Whiskey Rebels just miss the mark.

October 2002

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Lisa Rahon: This is the Lisa Rahon Show

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Boston’s Lisa Rahon is at times a solo artist, at times a front person and at other times a backing musician to bass player and musical partner Phil Laubner’s vocals on her debut CD, “This is the Lisa Rahon Show”. Lisa’s (and Phil’s) music runs a wide range of alternative influences from 60’s garage punk to the Velvet Underground with Nico to the alternative pop of the Breeders and Luscious Jackson. Loads of grungy guitars, strong vocal harmonies and clever arrangements and lyrics. Expect to hear on a college station near you.

October 2002

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The Electrics: Livin’ It up When I Die

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Every now and then a CD pops through the door from a band that you really should have heard of before, The Electrics being a case in point. A Scottish band from the “dancing drunk around yer pint glass” school of Folk/Celtic Rock that has left this particular reviewer in a semi-conscious heap on many a Saturday night, and for that I would like to take the opportunity to thank such bands and landlords everywhere.

Anyway back to the Electrics, the rabble rousing leads off with the knees-up ‘Party Goin’ On Upstairs’, a kind of Pouges-ish / country rock romp call to arms led by a redneck fiddle exchanging leads with a breathless whistle, together driven along by a punching drum line. Damn fine start this…you can almost taste the snakebite kicking in!!

The volumes up to the ceiling now and I’m waiting for the next track to give my bouncing soles a lift around the living room, I’m not disappointed as ‘Rollin’ Home’ lets rip. The intros a swirling version of ‘Amazing Grace’ before breaking into a glorious floor-breaker of Slade type proportions with the Whistle as ever leading the way. Carries a big sound this one, due in no small part to the late Stuart Adamson guesting – Big Country being one of the best Celtic Rock bands since God first threw back the curtains.

This is what the Electrics do and do well, big noise big hook lines and even bigger choruses. Mad as it sounds it’s as if they are the bastard sons of seventies glam rock out on a drunken date with the uninvited crusties hanging around the entrance to Glastonbury, madder still – it works as well as a lock in with free Guinness on tap!

The wheels start to fall off around the same time as ‘Come Back Down’ comes out of the speakers, far to close to the Pogues to be decent boys…no I won’t go on – we’ll leave it there. ‘Yer Man McCann Can’ picks up the Magpie mantle with gusto, sounding for all the world as if Dire Straits have entered the building circa ‘Making Movies’. Mind you two turkeys out of eleven ain’t bad is it?

The rest of the album stays on track, hi-energy accordion, whistle, fiddle, big beats and hook lines strong enough to reel in a whale a good time make. All this from a CD sent to me that is SIX years old, if they’ve ironed out the plagiaristic tendencies they should be a band deserving of a lot of attention. You just know that ‘Livin’’ was a CD made by a cracking live band who happened to find themselves in a studio, I’m guessing now that if they were back in a studio they could produce a killer album. Certainly a better cover – a William Wallace look-alike playing flying a V guitar whilst surrounded by pissed off looking Vikings really is as tacky is it sounds.

October 2002

Review by Steve Davies

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The Mahones : Here Comes Lucky

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I fuckin love this CD, I’ve had it over a year, reviewed it once already and just can’t stop playing it. I’ve about 500 CD’s at home and this bastard keep screaming at me from the pile “PLAY ME” and like a crack whore I’m back for one more score. Fuck, I left my copy of “Drunken Lullabies” beside this bastard and it melted it. This is everything “Drunken Lullabies” should have been and don’t get me wrong, “Drunken Lullabies” is great CD. This is just greater, much greater. The perfect combination of the Pogues and the Replacements, every song an absolute classic.

Read no further, turn off your computer, go down to the local record store and buy this CD, and if they don’t have it slap the clerk about the head (hard) and order it. October 2002

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Stiff Little Fingers: Inflammable Material

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“If it wasn’t for your stiff little fingers Nobody would know you were dead.” – The Vibrators
If any band on Earth at any time was purely fucking incendiary – able to produce the soundtrack and atmosphere of riots, chaos, bombs, explosions, strife, hate and hope – it was certainly Belfast’s Stiff Little Fingers circa the late 70’s. Hailing from a city full of violence and disdain, SLF weren’t some kind of art-students singing about pasting the Queen or Parliament, they were dodging gunfire and landmines, by God – and their attitude reflects this. Recognizing they had a life different from bands like the Clash who had inspired them, but wanting to be part of the same movement, SLF sprang to life. Spurred on by their manager/journalist Gordon Oglivie to write about what they knew, SLF would go on to become one of the greatest punk bands the UK would ever produce, mixing personal agendas with political upheaval to produce scathing melody, truly defining the over-used punk adjective “energy.”

Led by the often imitated but never duplicated gravelly voice of one Jake Burns, SLF sprang to life in Belfast, in 1977, complete with a moniker taken from the above Vibrators song. With guidance from Ogilive, and musical backing from Henry Cluney on guitar, Brian Faloon on drums and Gordon Blair and Ali McMordie on bass, respectively, Burns was soon churning out such slice-of-life classics as “Suspect Device” and “Wasted Life” which would appear as staples of the debut LP.

Released in 1979, Inflammable Material debuted at #13 on the then-important UK Charts. The album itself is a burner. SLF classics fill the LP, from the aforementioned “Suspect Device” and “Wasted Life” to the classic rally-cry of “Alternative Ulster,” it’s a blistering journey through a teenagers Belfast. From the top-speed “He We Are Nowhere” to the musings of “Barb-Wire Love”, all bases are covered. The LP also introduced the bands talent for fusing reggae and punk, by covering Marley’s “Johnny Was.” Throughout their career, the band always retained their love for reggae.

This is Irish punk in its purest form – as in punk from Ireland, from the heart, nothing more, nothing less. No mandolin or tin whistle present, it’s simply geographically and politically a disgruntled bunch of Irish teens that vent their aggression and frustration with everyday life onto one of the best punk albums ever made. So many bands have covered so many songs from this LP, it’s influence cannot be overstated. No excuses for missing this, kids….listen to it and feel what it was like to be blown to hell by a landmine in Belfast…and to survive and persevere.

July 2002

Review by Sean Holland

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