https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxxGaDzLD_o It’s over twenty-five years ago now since, one Saturday evening, Ken Sweeney set his mother’s runaround for Dundalk and sped the pair of us up the road, out of Glasnevin and onwards to Mister Ridley's. The two of us were softly obsessive about one of our many favourite bands, The Harvest Ministers, a Dublin outfit who’d been making... Continue Reading →
Now that 'We Are The Young Men', the new Frank And Walters single and the first cut lifted from the group's forthcoming album, Songs For The Walking Wounded, has been sent out into the wider world, I’m going back over twenty-five years to a cracking live show of theirs in The College Bar in U.C.C. in late 1990.... Continue Reading →
Hinterland [noun]: The back of beyond, the middle of nowhere, the backwoods, the wilds, the bush, remote areas, a backwater. If nothing else, they certainly choose the name well. Twenty-six years after the release of their excellent album, ‘Kissing The Roof Of Heaven’, you’ll struggle to find Hinterland mentioned in even the grass verges of contemporary Irish music... Continue Reading →
THIS IS NO DISCO
On Shrove Tuesday night, February 28th, 1995, I fetched up at Dublin’s R.D.S. and, as I wound my way up the long avenue, in past the security hut and around the clusters of other invitees and liggers, my mind was cast back twelve months, back to a time when we were all a... Continue Reading →
THERAPY? : ‘BABY TEETH’ REVIEW, 1991.
Therapy ? ‘Baby Teeth’ [Wiija Records] You probably wouldn’t trust Therapy? to baby-sit your little sisters and brothers. And you’d be right. They’re that kind of band ;- psychotic dog-trashcore noise terrorists who rip ears and emotions right apart, usually in the one-band breath. Therapy? come to us from Larne, but this is straight out... Continue Reading →