Aah, The Corktown Popes … my Celtic in The D musical marvels, of The Mitten State. No one can lay a glove on them in full flask fury (Haigh Faustin D!) … these seasoned soldiers of soul assaultin’ sound … as they play out joy and despair, love and hate … Irish reelin’ and rockin’ … layin’ less bare a band’s fate in a pyre wish, wheelin’ off death, when it comes knockin’.
“Tonight It’s Joy” gives us our “put up or shut up” marchin’ orders …
“Let us play while Rome is burning .. sing & dance while kingdom’s come undone“.
After slogging off the modern (everything old is) New (again) World … “I have come to tell you .. TONIGHT IT”S JOY!”
Listen, all you techno-tombed, alleged music fans- either dig this gregarious group of multi-instrumentalists with rollickin’, rock-your-sox-off moxie to spare … or go hide in a dark corner at some rave, like a border rat, dumb soulless knave.
Goin’ short and heart-thumpin’ sweet today, as The Popes like to pound it out.
Answer this one, all you wanna be Gaelic green-at-the-gills …
“For the sake of her presence, the cherubim sing …
as to these smatters of life, that I somehow still cling …
So will you break down like … The man that you Ain’t?”
TimMusic- “I don’t fear the words and sounds … just try holding them close to my heart” 