The Dreadnoughts: Polka’s Not Dead

January 6, 2011

The Dreadnoughts, those ballsy balladeers of Vancouver City are returned for this, ‘Polka’s Not Dead’, arriving hot on the heels of 2009’s ‘Victory Square.’

For those unaware of The Dreadnoughts, the band emerged from the ashes of Siobhan in earnest with their 2007 release, ‘Legends Never Die’. Leaving that band’s primarily Celtic shores and traveling seaward, The Dreadnoughts’ sound encompassed more of a sea shanties and nautical feel to it, while still maintaining an Irish/Celtic punk feel.

As the band sailed on, their styles shifted with the trade winds, until this, their third and most recent full-length release, ‘Polka’s Not Dead,’ which sees the captain’s lay of the tracks to have distinctly Eastern European leanings: gypsy fiddle tunes, and not surprisingly, Polish, (the title of the album is “Polka’s Not Dead,” after all!)

Oh, the shanties are still there, rest assured, (“Randy Dandy Oh,”) nestled neatly among the hyper-kinetic Gypsy-styled fiddle workouts, (“Goblin Humppa,”) a Celtic track reminiscent of the band’s earlier material, (“Black Sea Gale,”) and a blatant punk-polka track, (“Polka Never Dies.”) The other nine tracks are a little harder to pigeon hole, containing two or more elements of the above styles, (such as my personal fave, “Turbo Island,” with its great and immediately catchy chorus,) all stirred up nicely and served at a pace whirling somewhere between dervish and maelstrom.

The Dreadnoughts still come armed with their full arsenal of fiddle, tin whistle, mandolin, guitar, bass, drums, and a pervasive accordion buoying the distinctive and powerful vocals of the band’s singer, (currently listed on their MySpace page as “Uncle Touchy.”)

The Dreadnoughts are not a band whose name can be used in the same sentence as the word “predictable,” (except as in contrast, like I did just there!) as they continue to blur the lines between their ethnic influences. And “safe” seems to be the one way they don’t play it.

I do find myself wondering, though, is ‘Polka’s Not Dead’s Eastern European-influence blended sound the band’s destination, or just another port of call? After all, the band does seem to be forcing an evolution of itself, but in the process creating a shipload of great tunes along the way!


Review by Christopher Toler, THE Blathering Gommel

The Pokes: High Hopes

January 4, 2011

Germany’s The Pokes are back with another chapter in their own book of German/Celtic Folk punk in the form of High Hopes, their third full length release.Germany’s The Pokes are back with another chapter in their own book of German/Celtic Folk punk in the form of High Hopes, their third full length release.

The band continues with its highly recognizable profile, dominated by an accordion and a banjo, that fit together so cohesively and complementarily that it is difficult to hear where one ends and the other begins, (no mean feat for such diverse instruments!), and those jarring, staccato vocals that start and stop like a ransom note yet never fully leave the basement register.

Some very subtle fiddle is also present on High Hopes, especially on my personal disc fave, Dinosaur, a toe tapper laced with some snappy snare and that aforementioned fiddle’s scales keeping the thing smack dab in the ‘danceable’ range. Dos and Don’ts and Gone is Gone are also stand-outs for me, simply for their catchy melody and each one’s simple chorus.

High Hopes continues with its folk-punk leanings that, although vaguely Celtic in instrumentation and lilt, don’t seem altogether committed to the sound. The band’s German roots are only fully revealed in the track “Ich Werde Verfolgt“ (“I am Pursued,”) both with the use of language and the “Oom-Pah-Pah,” beer-hall sound of the track. Aside from this obvious entry, there are no other blatant signs, foreign language or accent detected throughout the disc. But still, there is something… different. Accessible, yet foreign, and not in a bad way, either.

High Hopes sees The Pokes, with their ‘Germano-Celtic Folk-Punk’ sound, creating a solid follow-up disc to 2007’s Poking the Fire. In fact, although High Hopes doesn’t seem to have the immediately grabbing tracks like Poking the Fire’s title track or big hit, (and video star,) The Day I Pass Away, it seems to me to be a more enjoyably consistent release with out a low point on the disc!

Prost!

Review by Christopher P. Toler, THE Blathering Gommel

Bat Kinane: A Lifetime to Kill

December 15, 2010

Wicklow mountain man (Ballyknockan to be exact and damn proud of it), Bat Kinane takes time out from his hard rockin’ outfit Glyder to record and now release his first solo CD. Taking a wide departure from the Thin Lizzy-ish hard rock sounds of Glyder, Bat presents a very introspective collections of very personal songs that takes in rock, blues and folk. Highlights include the Stevie Ray Vaughan inspired “Voodoo Bones”, the Rory Gallagher tribute “Stagestruck 74” and the Celtic-blues influenced “The Intrepid Fox”. If you can tell the quality of a person by their friends then you can tell the quality of a musician by those who chose to guest on their releases and in this case its very high class. Irish blues legend Rob Strong, Gerry McEvoy, Rory’s loyal side man for 20 years plays on “Stagestruck 74”, Dave Roe, Johnny Cash’s bass player for 10 years and legendary Irish guitarist and fiddler Pat “The Professor” MacManus. Class indeed.

The Rumjacks: Gangs of New Holland

December 8, 2010

I’ve been anticipating The Rumjacks debut full length for a wee while now – since the release of their last EP to be exact. The Rumjacks had set themselves a very high standard on their two EPs and were been loudly touted and not just by me as the future of Celtic punk. That high bar along with the loss of accordion player, songwriter and occasional Shite’n’Onions scribe, Will Swan had made me a tad nervous! I’m very glad to report that Gangs of New Holland is a very, very strong release and The Rumjacks firmly hold the ground between Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys and the Aussie twist to the excellently written lyrics give them their own identity that is rich in the image of Ned Kelly and The Eureka Stockade and imagery of Ali Hulett. The music if you haven’t heard ’em is like Shane MacGowan drinking with the boys from Rose Tattoo at a Clash gig in one of those infamous Aussie music halls where the bands have to play behind chicken wire to protect ’em from flying bottles and glasses.

14 great tracks in all and if I was to pick a few to highlight it would be:

Uncle Tommy – with it’s Flogging Molly-ish banjo intro leading to a full out moshpit floor invasion – Uncle Tommy BTW was a hell raising, rambling man.

McAlpines Fusiliers – done in the traditional ballad style with Frankie McLaughlin’s vocals rich in the authenticity of someone who knows how to sweat to make a living.

An Irish Pub song – a rowdy drinking, come brawling tune.

Green Ginger Wine – A boozie girl/guy duet in the vain of Fairytale, Living in America and Dirty Glass

Spit In The Street – “and all the posh kids roll to the soulless drivel of their pissy little mp3s “, nuff said.

I could go on but I won’t. Check it out!

Peter Berwick: Give It Time

December 2, 2010

Peter Berwick has been trying to live the dream for close on 30 years and the dream has taken him up and down the highway between Nashville and Chicago and every Redneck and dive bar on route – even with a stop-off on ABC’s Wife Swap where he donned a yellow chick suite but that’s another story. “Give It Time” sees Peter liquored up on cheap domestic beer and Kentucky whiskey and back in the rusty pick-up but this time he’s driving hard towards the punk clubs of Chicago where on his previous two releases (Only Bleeding & Another Day in Hell) he was cursing into Nashville. Without sounding cliched and repeating his press release he does fall between Strummer and Earle – Cowpunk at its best for those who wish Joe Strummer had more of a southern twang to his sound and Steve Earle turned it up to way past 12 – highly recommended especially is you hate canned Nashville.

The Kidney Stones: Raise ‘Em Up

November 14, 2010

The Kidney Stones are a Celtic/pirate punk band from Orlando, Florida and Raise ‘Em Up their debut (?) release. Very punky, with a bucket of blood worth of accordion to give a sea shanty/maritime grove (or should that be wave?). That, along the with the fearsome, growling, gruff Captains vocals of Casey O’Donnell backed up with his pirate chorus that would make some landlubbers walk the plank voluntary. Fans of pirate punk will love and even if you’ve no sea legs I’d recommend just so you could have a song titled “Whiskey, Vomit and Piss” in your collection – quite possibly the greatest song title of all time.

Auld Corn Brigade: A Fighters Lullabies

November 5, 2010

I always get a kick outta Germans playing Irish music and especially the Celtic-punk variety – the accented English and that Toutonic aggression and energy. The Auld Corn Brigade carry on that fine tradition of The Porters and Fiddlers Green – loud Celtic punk’n’roll. A Fighters Lullabies is very much in the style of The Porters “A Tribute to Arthur Guinness” – all the tracks are covers of tradition and rebel ballads give a serious German ass kicking – though I will say that while the style is like The Porters its just a wee bit mellower, maybe female lead  vocals. Never the less a very fine and enjoyable release.

Chris Skel: Sodden Psalms

September 16, 2010

Drunken, white-trash, New Jersey ho-down.

A growling, rowdy sing-along of dirty finger nails Nashville, meets the football terraces.

Late night songs from the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

Middle finger raised attitude and if you don’t like it you can go eff-off

How’s that for a stream of consciousness review?

Ronan MacManus: Strawberry Hill

September 14, 2010

Strawberry Hill is the debut solo release from Ronan MacManus, better know around these parts a vocalist of London-Irish Celtic rockers, The BibleCodeSundays. Strawberry Hill is very much coming from a different direction then anything the BibleCodes have done – Soulful and heartfelt acoustic rock, stripped down to barely guitar and piano accompanying Ronan’s rich vocals. The best points of reference would be Dempsey/Rice, David Grey and a certain (dare I say) Declan MacManus

Hugh Morrison: Robert Burns Rocks

September 9, 2010

On Robert Burns Rocks, Hugh presents us with a collection of tradition Scottish ballads – heavy on the accordion with the gruff vocals of Hugh supported by both members of Murder the Stout and the guitar of Johnny Rioux of The Street Dogs (Hugh has played and toured with The Street Dogs). In summary,Robert Burns Rocks is a folk-rock kick up the arse to the Scottish ballad tradition from a pair of size 11 Doc Martins.

http://www.hughmorrison.com/

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