Black 47 ep
[Amazon]
I think I saw these guys play a packed bar
in Santa Monica and somehow got caught up in all the Irish drunkenness.
These bands are great live while watching a bunch of stocky,
red-faced dudes and willowy lasses doing jigs and shit, but
get it home and you'll soon learn that Irish Catholic rhetoric
and bagpipes can be seriously wearing on the nerves. James Connolly
and the working class? Not exactly riveting to us Yanks. There's
only so many times I can hear about the poor, Irish family on
the lower east side (or the Bronx) before I just want to ask
this guy what year he thinks it is. Fat, drunk and untalented
is no way to go through life, son. |
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