For fuck’s sake. I took one look at the sleeve that came with this – a four-leaf clover behind a skull and crossed bones – and thought to myself “If this a fucking Boston Irish/Dropkick Murphys sound-a-like I’m gonna top myself”.
I don’t like being right in situations like this. There’s 12 tracks here but I switched off after 3. If you think that St Patrick’s Day is an excuse to don a floppy Guinness hat in a non-ironic way and enjoy doing some sort of circle pit jig whilst scratching everyone with your studded leather jacket and launching beer everywhere then this record is undoubtedly for you.
For anyone with half a braincell and a complete distaste for anything that sounds like it comes from the soundtrack of The Departed, I suggest you run a mile even if you even glance at this in the bargain bin. In the mean time, I’m off to swallow a bottle of paracetamol.