Traditional
Honestly, the Pogues have a lot to answer for. Ever since MacGowan and company's whiskey-sodden snarl broke through to indie lads and college hipsters alike, every heavy-drinking gravel-voiced Irishman (or Irish-adjacent American) has fancied himself the next great Celtic punk prophet. Cue the tin whistle, strike up the bodhrán, and off we go. But to their credit, The Tossers are among the better inheritors of that legacy. They roar through a raucous take on this great uptempo ballad about a hapless Irishman who looks for work and meats with disaster and mistreatment in England. Still, no one does it better than the Clancy Brothers, in my book.
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