Dublin City Workingman's Band born kicking and screaming dragged into the
drink fuelled world of ballad driven Trad sticking a large middle finger up
to the vapid manufactured advertisement driven live music scene jumping from
faster jig to faster ballad you can feel the salty brine pouring over your
head when they're singing South Australia or maybe its Ciaran's perspiration
or maybe its his bodhrán sweating Christ I thought I heard his goatskin bleating along to McAlpine's Fusiliers but that was the same night we saw the
ghost of Sam Hall swaying to the rhythm beside Bob sure its no wonder Bang
Bang and Forty Coats are always on the guest list at their gigs for they
come to hear Jason's extreme banjo twanging out beside twang man Ger's guitar
his strumming hand leaving tracers all complemented by the lord of the cat
gut fiddler Larry.
Exit stage left - these five lads are in charge now.
Dublin City Workingman's Band's Friend Space (Top 4)
