Blimey, my liver is quivering in anticipation of the total party that this is going to be. Dropkick Murphys, who are widely regarded as one of the hardest working bands around, tour the world annually, but haven’t hit up Bristol in over six years. I’m really not sure why, as our city is such a perfect match for these Celtic punk veterans. Working class lefties? Yep, we’ve got them. Celtic and Gaelic communities? Check. Good-natured-but-heavy-drinking party animals? Oh, hell yes.
I still haven’t figured out quite how Dropkick Murphys manage to combine so many raucous elements (bloody bagpipes), yet still sound so tight and melodic. Maybe it’s… actually, sod it. I don’t need to know. I just need to drink and dance, and that’s what I’m going to do. Up the workers and all that. What do you mean, I’m due in the office the next morning? Oh, well. Kiss me, I’m shitfaced.
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