I used to stream Toucher and Rich on WBCN in Boston every afternoon. They were hilarious and that radio station was legendary.
Listening to WBCN every single day made it hard not to become a fan of the Dropkick Murphys.
Imagine that Boston is a high school. You’ve got a football team that seemingly always wins the state title, everyone goes to the basketball games, and the poor kids and rich kids fight with each other but will stick together if someone from another school starts some stuff.
Some of the students in that school have the coolest band around. Each time they play a show at the school the gym is packed. Everyone in the school thinks that this band is the greatest band ever and they want everybody they know to listen to them. When that band plays at places outside the school they sell some tickets, but it’s nothing like when they play in their own gym.
As you guessed, that band is the Dropkick Murphys. Don’t get me wrong, I love them. But, people from Boston treat them like they’re The Beatles.
Wikipedia calls them “Celtic punk” and that is accurate, but I’m afraid that turns some people off. The bagpipes and mandolin sound so good with the guitars that you hardly notice them. Or maybe you notice them so much that they blend right in.
The Meanest of Times is a great album. In the mood to kick some ass? Put this album on the turntable.
Don’t miss the cover of Baba O’Riley or the story of abuse in The State of Massachusetts.
However, my favorite on this album and one of my favorite songs of all time is the opening track: Famous For Nothing.