The Dreadnoughts
"Polka's Not Dead"
Destiny Records
2011
Much like Flogging Molly, and for the more cynical of us, the Dropkick Murhpy's, The Dreadnoughts have fashioned their own take on the whole Irish Punk/Folk/But Not Actually From Ireland template. Where Molly can sometimes seem a bit flat, and Murphy's can often be repetetive (a couple of decades in the Biz might do that), the 'Noughts are sounding incredibly fresh by comparison.
Canadian by geography, Irish by intent, and ending up with more than a touch of the Gogol Bordello Gypsy-punk about them, this is a proper good times album.
The title track is a perfect example of drunken, leery and fun-poking awesome, and at a pace that makes you spin like a fool. Youth is clearly on their side, shining through on the lyrics most of all, and with the old-timey remeniscing that most/all bands like this are all too guilty of far from ear shot, this adds yet another refreshing dimension to a record that runs the risk of being washed away in sea shanty's and beer. But instead, the Dreadnoughts are foaming up and over the cracked lip of the pint glass, a luke-warm beer spilling on the floor and being danced across the chipped boards of a dirty little bar in a basement, doing more for your head and your limbs than you'd like to admit, and making you party well into the morning pretending you're Irish.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Laughing-in-the-Face-of/8774344353?sk=info#!/thedreadnoughts
"Polka's Not Dead"
Destiny Records
2011
Much like Flogging Molly, and for the more cynical of us, the Dropkick Murhpy's, The Dreadnoughts have fashioned their own take on the whole Irish Punk/Folk/But Not Actually From Ireland template. Where Molly can sometimes seem a bit flat, and Murphy's can often be repetetive (a couple of decades in the Biz might do that), the 'Noughts are sounding incredibly fresh by comparison.
Canadian by geography, Irish by intent, and ending up with more than a touch of the Gogol Bordello Gypsy-punk about them, this is a proper good times album.
The title track is a perfect example of drunken, leery and fun-poking awesome, and at a pace that makes you spin like a fool. Youth is clearly on their side, shining through on the lyrics most of all, and with the old-timey remeniscing that most/all bands like this are all too guilty of far from ear shot, this adds yet another refreshing dimension to a record that runs the risk of being washed away in sea shanty's and beer. But instead, the Dreadnoughts are foaming up and over the cracked lip of the pint glass, a luke-warm beer spilling on the floor and being danced across the chipped boards of a dirty little bar in a basement, doing more for your head and your limbs than you'd like to admit, and making you party well into the morning pretending you're Irish.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Laughing-in-the-Face-of/8774344353?sk=info#!/thedreadnoughts
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