"Trad/rock or rock/trad? Who knows/cares - this lot tackle both genres with energy and skill."
- Irish Times
"a molotov cocktailof irish music and rock & roll"
- liner notes by john o'regan [critic/reviewer, irish music magazine, folk roots, hot press, the living tradition]
"vibrant Irish rock"
- Chicago Sun Times
"kick-ass Celtic rock"
- New York Post
"Fiery, fierce, freneticand just the ticket" -Irish Times
"the best funky-Celtic-folksters doing the rounds ...wholly inspirational."
- Rock N Reel, UK
Hey guys! We'll also be playing at the Buffalo Irish festival next weekend. We're really looking forward to catching one of your sets, we enjoyed watching you guys there last year as well!
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride, Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside? And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done. And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916, Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly? Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined? And, though you died back in 1916, To that loyal heart are you forever 19? Or are you a stranger without even a name, Forever enshrined behind some glass pane, In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained, And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France; The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance. The trenches have vanished long under the plow; No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man. And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride, Do all those who lie here know why they died? Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?" Did you really believe that this war would end wars? Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, For Willie McBride, it all happened again, And again, and again, and aga
"I have no gift to bring That's fit to give a king Shall I play for You?"
"May this Christmas be blessed with the greatest Gift of all."
Nollaig Shona Dhuit, or Nodlaig mhaith chugnat
John 3:16 - "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. "
Patrick walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the corner of the room, drinking a sip out of each pint in turn.
When he had finished all three, he went back to the bar and ordered three more. The barman says, "You know a pint goes flat soon after I pull it ... your pint would taste better if you bought one at a time." Patrick replies, "Well now, I have two brodders, one is in America and de odder in Australia and here I am in Dublin.
When we all left home, we promised dat we'd drink dis way to remember de days we all drank togedder." The barman admits that this is a nice custom and says no more.
Patrick becomes a regular customer and always drinks the same way ... ordering three pints and drinking a sip out of each in turn, until they are finished.
One day, he comes in and orders just two pints. All the other regulars in the bar notice and fall silent. When he goes back to the bar for the second round, the barman says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss." Patrick looks confused for a moment, then the penny drops and he starts to laugh, "Oh no," he says, "Bejesus, everyone is fine! Tis me ... I've quit drinking!"
Are you guys playing HOB in Cleveland on 3/17? Your website says yes, but the House of Blues site doesn't have it on there. I'm not going to Cleveland if you're not playing!
Absolutely BRILLIANT!!!! Thanks for bringing me so much joy!!! I appreciate the add, will be watching you and purchasing ALL your CDs.... I just can't wait!!!
Rented Pride & Glory just to hear the song. Perfect. I tried to email, bounced back; then tried from Greg Grene website - "contact here" link, same thing. Do you not love me anymore? Happy Day o' Patrick, anyway, and thanks for sharing the gifts.
