Filmmaker: An invitation to an Accident

“An invitation to an Accident” is the follow up to full-length to last years EP “Break this Fall” previously reviewed in S’n’O back in April ’02. “An Invitation…” certainly builds upon the ground laid down in the EP, solid indie rock with huge guitars, thunderous drums and soulful almost mournful vocal and lyrics. Reminiscent of Jimmy Eat World and as good as anything you’ll see on MTV2. Unfortunately there is nothing here that distinguishes them from the pack already dominating the alternative airwaves.

February 2003

Cul An Ti: Album Review (and pub review!)

The year was 1998, the place was Biddy McGraw’s Irish Pub, and the band was Cul An Ti. Around 9 o’clock on any given Friday night, Cul An Ti would be tucked in the corner of Portland’s favorite Irish pub. Cut directly from The Emerald Isle, Biddy’s was the most authentic pub south of Vancouver B.C., and north of San Francisco. A tiny place that was ALWAYS packed, and always Smokey as hell. You walk in to the place and think you’ve just stepped in to a pub in Cork City, Between songs you could hear dozens of brogues from all parts of Ireland, Scotland, even Liverpool. Then there was that one Welsh wanker from Cardiff, (Forgot his name). Not bad for an “international” local watering hole in the Pacific Northwest! From the drunken arm wrestling, to the constant “Win Your Own Pub in Ireland Contest” beer coasters thrown in every direction, to the occasional brawl, Cul An Ti was always there. Just jamming away. A brilliant traditional band that by the end of the night would finally give in to the slurred requests heckled from the rowdy drunken crowd. “Dirty Old Town” was a favorite, along with “Wild Rover”… you get the idea, the songs that are played every night, at every Irish pub across the world.

The pub is no longer there at the same location, but the lads still play around town. Back in 1999, they went into the studio and recorded a large portion of material, from the reels, to the jigs, to the waltzes, to a few slow airs. Even a couple live tracks from Biddy’s pub made the album, and what a fine album it is! 15 tracks of top-quality traditional Celtic music is on the menu here, lads! (And yes, I’m quite sure that is me howling in the background in the middle of track 14!) A fine body of work that deserves to be mentioned in more publications. So, if you ever come across this CD, I recommend taking it home with you.

February 2003

Review By Brian Gillespie

Josh Lederman Y Los Diablos: It’s A Long and Lonely Time Until the Train Will Bring You Home

Now I know there is some truth in the claim on the Los Diablos’ web page claiming Los Diablos’ started out as an Irish-American wedding band. I first came across Josh Lederman and the boys when they played at a bachelor party I recently attended. A sold set of Pogues covers came to an abrupt end when the best man bitch slapped the groom who responded by rugby tackling him into Los Diablos’ accordion player. The band took it all in the good spirit of the day but scuttled out very quickly after that taking broken instruments with them.

Josh Lederman is a singer/songwriter of equal parts Waits, MacGowan and Bukowski – romantic, melancholy and laying in the gutter but always looking at the stars. Los Diablos’ play an almost unique blend of electric-folk, bluegrass, Cajon, Celtic and rock music with a touch of the blues and Eastern European folk thrown in for good measure. The mandolin and accordion being the principle instruments. The closest group musically I can think of is James Fearnley’s post-Pogues project The Sweet and Low Orchestra.

February 2003

Hard Skins: Hard Nuts and Hard C***s

Kind of an oldie here (1996) but since there is no statute of limitations on CD’s sent in for review (thanks Walter), here goes.

Hard Skins play easily the most basic, brutal Street Punk/Oi! I’ve ever heard. The chant along lyrics are some of the most cliched ever written (boozing, fighting, all cops are wankers, cockney slang and loads of Oi, Oi, Oi) and more use of the C word then I thought possible on one CD.

The big question I have and I couldn’t get it answered is. Are these guys for real? If so, I hope I never meet them in a dark alleyway or anywhere. If not, then GWAR eat your heart out this is true shock-performance rock.

February 2003

The Peelers: Boots And Suits

“The Peelers are my favorite band in Canada!”- Fintan McConnell, The Mahones

On the eve of the 21st century, in a cold-ass farmhouse kitchen in Glengarry County, Ontario, four drunken Canucks decided to start the biggest, baddest celtic band in the country. And they sure sound pretty close! For the past three years they have torn up the pubs, and clubs, all across Ontario, and Quebec. Filling them up with packed crowds night, after night, opening up for The Mahones, and The Sons Of Maxwell, and so on. They even had a two-year stint headlining The Glengarry Highland Games, estimated to be the biggest, baddest, highland games in the world. After recently adding a fiddler, and a mandolin player, The Peelers are here to stay folks. So get yer drink on and dive into The Peelers Guinness-pit!

The album “Boots And Suits” is just something to throw out to the demanding public to keep them satisfied until the full-length album comes out. I’ll tell you, if this is just something to throw out there, I can’t wait to hear what the full album sounds like!! By the time you read this, the full-length album should be out. (Spring 2003) So you’re gonna have to save up yer pennies/shillings for TWO albums!! “Boots And Suits” contains 8 smokin’ tracks of that rumbustious Irish folk-rock-punk revival sound also known as The Peelers.

“Blond With a Black Skirt Medley”
“Tim Finnegan’s Wake”
“Jesse James”
“Irish Rover” featuring Ol’ Jimmy, from Siobhan (the band, not the woman)
The great sounding original “I’ll Meet You at the Bottom (of a Bottle)”
“Repeal of The Licensing Laws/Battle Of Brisbane”
“Fields of Atherny”
“The Martintown Song”


The Peelers are one of those bands to keep an eye on. So in the meantime keep your eye on this.  New Album should be out this Spring!

February 2003

Review by Brian Gillespie

Roaring Jack: The Complete Works of Roaring Jack

The secret from Sydney is finally revealed.

Back in the mid-80’s when pop music had become more heartless than ever, at a time when that disgusting tsunami of “New Wave” was at its peak of commercial success, two bands from London, were busy developing a unique sound by combining Irish/Celtic folk songs to rock’n’roll songs. Then adding the attitude of punk rock in for good measure. It was 1985, and the first band was The Pogues, who had finished recording the greatest album of all time, (Rum, Sodomy & the Lash. You may have heard of it!) and The Men They Couldn’t Hang were busy with “Night Of A 1000 Candles”. Little did we know about a third band that was forming within the inner city wastelands of Newtown, a slum district in Sydney, Australia. Roaring Jack they were called, and roar they damn well would. They gave a little bit more than a simple nod to left-wing politics, it was more like a clenched fist in the air. Roaring Jack were mixing traditional songs into their own and adding some highly intelligent and political lyrics on top of them. Mostly supporting the working class, they also had songs about the highland clearances, the English policy of “Divide and Rule”, and even Communism. For the next five years they left a startling impression on the Australian music scene. With their first EP, “Street Celtability” (1986) they tore up the local indie charts, going all the way to #1. The band describes themselves as “A Celtic folk band, spiked, gelled, and electrified using the traditional forms and playing styles of Scots and Irish music to carry tales of class struggle and ordinary madness.” Two years later, they released “The Cat Among The Pigeons” (1988) and the band was now headlining major Australian rock venues as well as opening for overseas acts including Billy Bragg, The Men They Couldn’t Hang, and the mighty Pogues. “The Cat Among The Pigeons” was nominated for an Australian Music Industry Association (AIRA) award. The third and final album “Through The Smoke Of Innocence” (1989) also received another (AIRA) nomination.

Then suddenly, the band called it quits and the inferno Roaring Jack had lit dimmed into smoke before it could leave the shores of Australia. Silence prevailed. It was 1991, and on the other side of the globe, The Men They Couldn’t Hang had also basically quit, and The Pogues gave Mr. MacGowan the boot. (Or the other way around, depending on whom you ask!) The creators of this new sound of Celt-folk-meets-punk came and went…….like a breeze in the air. Roaring Jack went into relative obscurity, a secret the Aussies kept to themselves. Luckily, the seed was already planted. The music these three bands created would continue. Within a year or two, bands such as The Mahones, The Tossers, The Real McKenzies, and others would begin to turn up their amps, and tune up those mandolins.

As I reached into my mailbox, I grabbed a CD package. I tore it open within a second or two, and had in my hands a copy of The Complete Works of Roaring Jack. It was judgement day. I had heard all about this band for months, so I stormed into the house toward the CD player. The double album has just been re-released by a small German label, Jump Up Records. I grabbed a seat as I turned the volume up. Within seconds my eyes lit up, and a smile grew upon my face. I usually don’t go out a buy an album based on a whim, let alone an album recorded in the late 1980’s. So when I heard a few songs I gave a huge sigh of relief! The best way to describe Roaring Jack, is to look at who they opened up for on gigs across Australia. Pretend for a moment that Billy Bragg had a Glaswegian accent, and he sang for The Men They Couldn’t Hang. That’s how I’d describe it. The band actually sounds a bit harder than TMTCH, and I’ll admit, on a song, or two, it’s slightly dated in an 80’s kind of way, but I will also say this, Roaring Jack is the real thing! I place them right up there with the best bands of this genre. (What the hell is this genre, anyway?) RJ is also one of the most political bands to rise from this genre. (With a nod to The Tossers, Devil’s Advocates, etc.) Lead singer, Alistair Hulett is an absolute amazing songwriter. Check out his solo folk stuff. http://www.folkicons.co.uk/alistair.htm/

The Complete Works have all three albums Roaring Jack recorded, dating from 1986 to 1990, plus a few outtakes. The back cover actually says 1978 on it instead of 1986, but don’t be fooled. I’m sure a typesetter down at the record label knocked back a few prior to printing the sleeve notes. Even some of the songs are spelled incorrectly, (but I can’t really complain about that ’cause we here at S’n’O are guilty of that offense every other review, except for Sean.) The first album was called “Street Celtability” (1986 (tracks 1-6)) I feel it’s the more raw and unpolished out of the three. It is also my favorite section of the entire double album. Second was “The Cat Among The Pigeons” (1988 (tracks 6-19)) It captured RJ in it’s prime. Containing some of the most top-notch lyrics I have read in a long, long time! Finally we have “End Of Innocence” (1989 (tracks 1-12 + B-sides13-16)) and features a change in the overall sound of the band. It sounds the darkest of the three. It’s almost like the celt-meets-folk-meets-punk feel is not quite gone, but more in the background on this one. Almost like the band was stretching in uncomfortable positions. It still has some gems on it, but not as quite as golden compared to the previous two. I’m not going to describe this entire album track by track because, that would take too long. There’s simply is just too much information, and too many topics to explain. If you are even slightly interested in this CD, I highly suggest buying it. The lyrics in the liner notes alone are worth the money. I know a few people who bought it online at http://www.musikfolk.com/ (should be available through S’n’O soon) I have heard a couple of bootlegs, and they should have released a live album. Those bootlegs sound EVEN BETTER than the studio works! I wish I could have witnessed it live. I’ve heard about these legendary performances, and dream that it was 1987, and that I was a drunken Aussie living in Sydney, watching Roaring Jack play live every weekend!!

Out of the Pogues, TMTCH, and Roaring Jack, each and every one reunited for a spell or two. After a long rest, (hangover?) The Pogues as we all know, reformed in 2001. What comes from that I can’t tell you, but I’d love to see them together for good. TMTCH also reformed, and currently have some projects to release sometime soon. Even Roaring Jack had a lightning quick Australian reunion tour back in 1995, so it could happen again folks, and it should happen again! So get the album, crank up the volume, read the lyrics, and hope that they will reunite again. This time we are in on the secret! There’s not much information on the net, with the exception of Andy Carr’s fantastic Roaring Jack site, located in the links section of Shite’n’Onions or if your a drunken lazy bastard click here, http://www.angelfire.com/folk/roaringjack/

February 2003

Review by Brian Gillespie

The Porters: A Tribute to Arthur Guinness

The Germans are a very different bunch of people to the Irish; their trains run on time (the Irish trains don’t), they make excellent automobiles (the Irish don’t make any). Jeeze, the even like to pay their taxes (and on time). Yet Irish culture has always gone down a storm in Germany. Every town has at least one Irish pub; the Dubliners were near superstars; the Pogues were huge, I can name six Pogues-ish German bands of the top of my head. So it’s no surprise to now hear Germanys answer to the Dropkick Murphys, The Porters.

Think the Business covering the Dubliners greatest hits with just a touch of a Klaus Meine on the vocals. 16 Traditional covers in all (I’ll Tell me Ma / Galway Bay / Sam Hall / The Leaving of Liverpool / The Button Pusher / Weile Waila / The Green Fields of France / A Jar of Porter / Irish Soldier Laddie / The Molly McGuires / Whiskey on a Sunday / Danny Farrell / Off to Dublin in the Green / Four Green Fields / The Leaving of Liverpool (pub version) / The Rising of The Moon.) Definitely for those of you who loved the DKM’s version of “Finnegans Wake” and “Rocky Road to Dublin”. Only a 1,000 of these suckers made so you might want to move fast.

February 2003

The Real McKenzies: Pissed Tae th’ Gills

Finally!!! Those kilted punk bastards from Vancouver got a live album out. And they sure as hell were in no hurry! What the hell am I saying, you may be asking? I’m saying the album was recorded three years ago up in Vancouver, B.C. January 25, 2000 otherwise known as Robbie Burns Day. I am very pleased these guys finally have something live recorded, considering they are one of the top live acts I’ve seen in the last few years! It gives those folks who have never seen a Real McKenzie show an idea of what they are missing. (And it reminds those of us who always show up drunk, a chance to hear it sober for a change!) There is also a DVD version of this concert that is a must have for any RM fan. The album has 16 tracks from everybody’s favorite chaotic kilted ceilidh band, The Real McKenzies.

The album opens up with the lads warming up with a drum/guitar/bagpipe combination designed to get all the lushes off the barstools and onto the dance floor. As soon as everybody has focused on the band, they break into “My Bonnie”, a traditional dandy every bastard should sing along to! On to the third song “Scots Wha’ Ha’e” we hear a Burns song that has been ‘updated’ by the band. Next up is “Tae The Battle”, followed by “Will Ye be Proud”, a song about being proud of your heritage, whatever that may be. Track 6 is one of my all time favorites, “King O’ Glasgow”, a song about a workin’ lad by the name of MacTavish, and about the trouble he can get in during a weekend drinkin’ bender in Glasgow. Track 7 is the “Sawney Beane Clan”, a true tale about a clan of cannibals up in the highlands years ago. “Bastards” is a song dedicated to friends, to each and everyone one! Up next is “Stone Of Kings” it’s a song about a big rock the English stole from the Scots years ago. Ancient kings of Scotland were crowned upon the Stone of Scone back in the day. (And for anyone keeping score, the rock has been returned!) The next song on the Real McKenzie menu is “Scottish & Proud” and I’m sure you get the idea what it’s about without even hearing it! Track 11 is “Haggises”, Track 12 is “Another Round”, Track 13 “Auld Mrs. Hunt”, and as Paul McKenzie points out, it’s an old Glaswegian limerick, about 85 seconds long, so you know it’s fucking good! Track 14 is “Thistle Boy”, a great live song, and fun is to slam to (either in the pit, at the bar, or in the taxi/bus, on your way home from a RM gig!!) On track 15, “Auld Lang Syne” (another Burns song) we finally hear a confession from the band…..They’re piss drunk!!! Did I mention piss drunk? The final track on the album is an old traditional titled “Loch Lommond”. You take the high road, and I’ll take the low road…………..


February 2003


Review and Scottish history lesson provided by Professor Brian Gillespie (S’n’O Lush Dept.)

The Ukrainians: RESPUBLIKA

There used to be a band from Belfast called the Norwegians, there is a band from Moscow called Belfast so it should be of no surprise that a band called The Ukrainians come from the Yorkshire area of England. The Ukrainians were formed as a side project by Peter Solowka of early 90’s NME indie darlings The Wedding Present but the band quickly took a life of it’s own and grew beyond anyone’s expectations.

Basically The Ukrainians are trying to do for traditional Ukrainian music what the Pogues did for Irish and to be honest there isn’t much of a difference. The sons of exiles marring the traditional music they heard at home with the music of the street they grew up with. Think of The Sex Pistols crossed with mandolins, accordions and Ukrainian lyrics. They even cover “Anarchy in the UK” and “Pretty Vacant”. Good stuff.

February 2003

Three Day Threshold: Behind The Barn

I’m going to keep this review short as I recently reviewed their excellent precursor 4-track demo (For the Southern Belles of South Boston – April ’02. I think I called’em the Beverly Hills Hillbillies bastard Boston cousin or something to this effect). For those who don’t know or can’t bother their arse to check back to that review Three Day Threshold play moonshine inspired, turbo charged, banjo infused American Rock’n’Roll Country music with a bullhorn thrown in for good effect. Compared to the demo the full-length is longer (obviously) with 13 tracks, the sound is A+ (expected) and the songs are bloody good (and highly original.) A good buy.

February 2003

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