Impressions: Irish folk-punk rock. A very narrow little sub-genre, practically invented by The Pogues, that I enjoy in small doses, like a musical version of Jameson’s Whiskey. Definitely not for everyone, but if you are open to its aggressive fiddle/banjo/accordion/mandolin/whiskey driven sound, it can be quite bracing. Let’s have a shot… The first few songs get right to the point with Shane MacGowan spinning out some of his finest Irish yarns about drinking, illness, fighting, finding religion and other colorful downtrodden characters. He’s nobody’s idea of a great singer, but he’s got a certain drunken charm that fits the Celtic punk milieu perfectly. His shambolic voice is contrasted occasionally by female voices and crisp production. Producer Elvis Costello does a nice job of simply getting out of the way of these guys, let them do their thing, and putting it on record. Sometimes the “donananandonandodnaodoanna” rhythm gets a little repetitive, but the album contains a deft mix of traditional tunes that blend in seamlessly with McGowan’s storytelling. “The Band Played Waltzing Matilda” is devastating, a real punch in the gut (or, maybe more appropriately, a kick in the teeth) of an ending. Kind of an acquired taste, but if properly acquired: it’s a great shambling, mess of an album that can be equal parts sad, joyous, cutting, and even, fun.Starred Songs: “Sally MacLannane,” “The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn,” “The Band Played Waltzing Matilda”
Sneaky Tracks: “Billys Bones,” “Dirty Old Town”
Should this album be on the list? Yes
Will you listen to this again? Probably. But maybe just select tracks.

Verdict: Whiskey fueled, emotional Irish punk folk that is a glorious mess if you’re in the right mood.
Rating: ★★★3/4