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Dropkick Murphys: For The People

It’s been a bit of a wait, hasn’t it, folks? After those two Woody Guthrie-inspired acoustic jaunts – This Machine Still Kills Fascists and Okemah Rising – that had the Dropkicks channeling their inner folk troubadours, the Boston street-punks are back with For The People, and Jaysus, it’s like they’ve plugged back into the electric grid of their Celtic punk origins. No more sittin’ ’round the campfire strummin’ protest ballads; this one’s got the bagpipes wailin’, the banjos pickin’ furiously, and that signature gang-vocal roar that makes ya wanna down a pint and stomp the floorboards.

Produced by the ever-reliable Ted Hutt (who’s been behind the boards since Going Out In Style), For The People clocks in with 12 tracks (or 16 tracks on the expanded edition) of pure, unadulterated Murphys mayhem. It’s got that raw energy that harkens back to their early days – think Do Or Die meets Signed And Sealed In Blood – but with a matured edge that comes from decades of road-warrior wisdom. The themes are still rooted in the working-class struggle, solidarity, and a healthy dose of anti-establishment bite, but delivered with the kind of hooks that stick in yer skull like a well-thrown elbow in the pit.

Frontman Al Barr is still on leave (family comes first, fair play to him), but he makes a killer guest appearance on “The Vultures Circle High,” beltin’ out those gravelly vocals like he never left. Ken Casey holds down the fort admirably as always, his bark leadin’ the charge on anthems that beg for live sing-alongs. Speakin’ of guests, the album’s packed with some stellar cameos that amp up the Celtic flavor: Irish up-and-comers The Scratch bring their chaotic energy, The Mary Wallopers add that rowdy folk-punk grit, and none other than Billy Bragg joins the fray on a raucous cover of Ewan MacColl’s “School Days Over.” It’s a perfect fit – Bragg’s socialist soul meshes seamlessly with the Murphys’ ethos, turnin’ the old miner’s lament into a full-throated pub banger.

Standouts? “Who’ll Stand With Us?” the title track kicks things off with a blisterin’ pace, bagpipes screamin’ over thrashin’ guitars. The balls to the wall “The Big Man”, an ode to Fletcher Dragge of Pennywise. The aforementioned “School Days Over” and “One Last Goodbye: Tribute to Shane”

All in all, this is the best Dropkick Murphys album in a long time. It’s a triumphant return to form, remindin’ us why these lads are the kings of Celtic punk. If ya’ve been cravin’ that high-octane blend of Irish tradition and punk fury, grab For The People and crank it loud!

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Me First and the Gimme Gimmes with Ultrabomb at Big Night Live, Boston

First off, Big Night Live, is a high-end venue. Tucked into the legendary Boston Garden, the two-thousand-capacity music hall offers booths and bottle service to the punter with too much money. It’s not very punk rock, but it’s a fine venue. Tonight was a three-band bill, all punk super groups, Ultrabomb, The Defiant, and Me First and the Gimme Gimmes

The reason I was there, Ultrabomb, opened. Ultrabomb is a transnational, punk-power trio featuring my pal Finny McConnell of the Mahones, powerhouse drummer Jamie Oliver of UK Subs, and the legendary Mr Greg Norton of the equally legendary Hüsker Dü. Despite being first on, Ultrabomb came on to a fairly full room and played a set of blistering punk rock with the energy and shapes of men half their age to a very receptive audience. While the set was short, the band played songs from both albums (album two, Dying to Smile, is being released real soon) and covers of Hüsker Dü’s Don’t Want to Know If You Are Lonely and New Day Rising. Ultrabomb won a lot of new fans in Boston. 

The Defiant were next, featuring Dicky Barrett of Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Johnny Rioux of Street Dogs. I hate to say it, but I was too busy chatting with Finny after his set to check them out. Sorry. Next time.

Despite being around since 1995, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes are completely new to me. Punk rock covers of pop standards played by middle-aged men dressed in cheesy Vegas lounge act uniforms. Absolute genius, and the crowd loved it.