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Scotland s Tannahill Weavers at Rosehill

tannahill weaversScotland s Tannahill Weavers will bring their dynamic, traditional Celtic music to Rosehill on Saturday 3 May at 7.30pm.

The Tannahill Weavers are one of Scotland s premier traditional bands. Their diverse repertoire spans the centuries with fire-driven instrumentals, topical songs, and original ballads and lullabies. Their music demonstrates to old and young alike the rich and varied musical heritage of the Celtic people.

These versatile musicians have received worldwide accolades consistently over the years for their exuberant performances and outstanding recording efforts that seemingly can t get better yet continue to do just that.

The Tannahills have turned their acoustic excitement loose on audiences with an electrifying effect. They have that unique combination of traditional melodies, driving rhythmic accompaniment, and rich vocals that make their performances unforgettable. As the Winnipeg Free Press noted, The Tannahill Weavers properly harnessed could probably power an entire city for a year on the strength of last night s concert alone.

The music may be old time Celtic, but the drive and enthusiasm are akin to straight ahead rock and roll.

Born of a session in Paisley, Scotland and named for the town s historic weaving industry and local poet laureate Robert Tannahill, the group has made an international name for its special brand of Scottish music, blending the beauty of traditional melodies with the power of modern rhythms. Over the years the Tannies have been trailblazers for Scottish music, and their tight harmonies and powerful, inventive arrangements have won them fans from beyond the folk and Celtic music scenes. They are firmly established as one of the premier groups on the concert stage; from reflective ballads to footstomping reels and jigs, the variety and range of the material they perform is matched only by their enthusiasm and lively Celtic spirits.

Tickets are 16 and can be purchased from or by calling the box office on 01946 692422

An especially eloquent mixture of the old and the new.

New York Times

world class musicians with passion and a healthy sense of fun, keeping alive and making accessible the very heart of the tradition itself.

Mojo Magazine


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Review and Photos: Rock 'n' Roll Rumble Semifinals at TT's

There isn t really a Boston rock scene there are maybe a few dozen that, for the most part, remain largely oblivious to each other s existence. And that s okay. My guess is most cities are sort of like that.

But regardless of anyone s hang-ups about the Rock n Roll Rumble an annual battle of the bands that s persevered for nearly 40 years it consistently showcases acts that pass a litmus test for quality, but all jump off from different sections of New England rock s patchwork.

Outside of the Rumble, most of these bands would never make sense on a bill together. Everyone who shows up gets dragged at least a tiny ways out of their comfort zone. And that s better than okay.

Such was the case at Thursday night s semi-finals shindig at T.T.

the Bear s the Rumble s official venue since 2011. Read on for my kneejerk reactions.

When Particles Collide
Chris Viner is an insane drummer. Just whoa.

Dude was playing 16th notes on the bass drum, and I do not recall seeing a double kick pedal. Dude switched from right hand to left hand to hit the same crash cymbal because it looks cool so why not? Dude is resurrecting the lost art of bombastic drum solos and with none of the Neil Peart-style just play lots of paradiddles on a crazy expensive kit and everyone will think you re great gibberish.

Somebody thought WPC sounded like The Raveonettes. I thought about likening them to a raunchier, co-ed incarnation of Local H.

Viner and singer/guitarist Sasha Alcott summoned the essence of the mighty Stone Cold Steve Austin via W.P.C.

316 T-shirts. With his days of trouncing The Rock and The Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels behind him, the modern day SCSA podcasts about squirrels who sneak onto his property and poop in his truck.

While the Stone Cold Stunner may be useless against such wily beasts, WPC could vanquish them handedly, because squirrels fear loud noise. The Rumble is over. I might as well go home.

These guys will win, I thought, because I am wrong sometimes.

Western Education
Out of all the original songs performed last night, WE s Rivals is my personal fav, so I kind of hoped the whole set would sound like My Chemical Romance. It was not to be. The dancetastic, synindie spirit with which WE first made its mark in 2012 abides.

For a moment, I thought the third song was a cover of The Office theme, but it wasn t. My buddy Tony knows these guys, and if memory serves, mega-crooner Greg Alexandropoulos who, from afar, resembles Matt Berry of The IT Crowd and Garth Marenghi s Darkplace reached down from the stage and petted Tony like a kitty. A particularly impressive tune introduced as a dark disco excursion deployed towering keyboards and a wall of vocal harmonies.

But Rumble judges have leaned towards more, well, traditional styles in recent years. Most of WE s favorite records, I m supposing, came out within the past 15 years. WE will not win this night, for they are too hip, I thought, because I am right sometimes.

Petty Morals
I m pretty sure the synth player was the only Petty Moral not grinning constantly, because playing the keyboard requires fierce and total concentration.

Dear lord, I thought. This band is All. Fucking.

Smiles. I suppose a sunny disposition is needed if, during a songwriting session, one plans to say, Okay everybody, during the verse of Keep it Down we re going to sing and rap like Salt-n-Pepa, and I assure you, no one will laugh at us!!! And end up being right.


STOP THE REVIEW. I m just now finding out that almost everybody from Tijuana Sweetheart/VAGIANT is in Petty Morals?! And I didn t recognize any of them because they wore pink instead of black and at no point screamed DIE, DIE, DIE!

or FUCK THE KELLS? or told anyone to go eat shit? Hm.

Apparently some people can do more than one thing well, and have the capacity to feel emotions like joy and exuberance, as well as rage and contempt. MUST BE NICE.

Well, to heck with me, Petty Morals are bound for the finals, and rightfully so. Singers Taiphoon, who also used to be pissed off at the helm of Cult 45, and Hellion s charisma and utterly synched delivery makes for showmanship that ll be tricky for future competitors to overcome.

Await Rescue






The competition continued at TT s Friday night for round two of the Rumble Semifinals.

Illness forced FEINTS to bail at the last minute, and Yellabird swooped in to fill the void. So, for the second consecutive night, festivities began with a guitar/drums duo.

Intuition tells me geetist/singer Martin Stubbs is the guy you meet at college who, at first, appears too straight-laced to have any drugs to sell. But after conversing for 15 minutes, you realize that he actually sells all of the drugs. Where can I get some shrooms?

You ask. He pulls a handful straight out of his backpack. Need some pills to stay up for three days during finals week?

He happens to work part time at a crooked pharmacy. I ve always been curious about horse tranquilizers, you mention. He says, HORSE TRAQUILIZERS?

Buddy, I got more horse tranquilizers in my sock drawer than I know what to do with! I m a little messed up on horse tranquilizers right now, boy howdy! Swing on by!

I ll let ya have some horse tranquilizers for CHEAP.

Stubbs probably isn t really that guy, but his band travels about as close to the cusp of stoner rock as one can without abandoning all pop accessibility, so it s easy to get that impression. Drummer Felipe Gaviria s kick pedal kept malfunctioning, but his inability to miss a beat reminded me of Bo Burnham s accidentally knocking over a glass of water on purpose routine. Dude definitely could ve convinced me that the technical difficulties were part of the plan.

Tigerman WHOA!
Oh my jeez, it s the fucking Wyatt Family!

I thought, as the pseudo hillbillies of Tigerman WHOA! sang of the quandaries presented by death s sweet inevitability, establishing a thoroughly sinister ambiance, then lurched to the stage and destroyed everything. BEARDS.

SO. MUCH. BEARDS in this band.

I can say, Their album doesn t do their live show justice, for every Rumble band I ve seen this year, because becoming an entertaining live band is much cheaper than studio time.

That s extra-double true for Tigerman WHOA! I haven t experienced unrelenting, unholy americana/punk this intense since O Death in something like 2007. Not to belittle the two volumes of Tigerman s Up South , but they did not prepare me for this.

Actually, nevermind the americana/punk descriptor.

The term americana has been co-opted by too many bland, drippy, easy listening artists in cowboy hats who write songs designed to be licensed for credit card commercials. Instead, let s say Tigerman WHOA! plays Satanic mountaineer moonshine punk.

Bonus points for swinging a stand-up bass around like a go-go dancer with a hula hoop.

Goddamn Draculas
Does anyone remember the Abbey Lounge in 2002? Cause Goddamn Draculas do, I d bet.

Almost every goddamn dracula has competed in Rumbles of yore with other projects1. You wouldn t expect anything esoteric from Boston rock O.G.s embarking on a sorta What if Street Dogs covered Andrew W.K.? -ish affair.

But GD DRAX prompted as many questions as it answered. Among the lingering conundrums: Where did all of these little plastic vampire fangs come from? They re everywhere all of a sudden.

If these guys hate emo vampires so much, why is the guitar player walking on the crowd as if he borrowed a page from Davey Havok s grimoire? The lyrics of this song encourage us to beware of a woman experiencing her menstrual cycle. Wouldn t vampires be excited about that sort of thing?

GD DRAX squeaked by Tigerman WHOA!

and garnered the judges nod for Friday s finals showdown. If Tigerman WHOA! gets the wild card slot, I m summoning a Mr.

Meeseeks to write my review for me because boo sobriety and note-taking.

Asked to comment on Barricades, a notable hardcore musician declared that the guy who plays acoustic guitar is probably that guy. Y know. The one who brings his guitar to every party, gets obliterated, and ruins everyone s night by playing Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life).

The hardcore musician disliked Barricades, but emphasized that he dislikes most things. I didn t mind Barricades so much. They were okay.

Mostly I was kind of distracted and unsettled cause out on the sidewalk, this super wasted guy from Lynn wouldn t stop rambling at me about whether he cleans his bed sheets often enough, and how he ll frequently just return them to L.L. Bean in lieu of doing laundry. He also claimed to work at Bed Bath & Beyond.

This man s obsession with sleep-oriented sanitation may indicate pathology of some sort.

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Good Cop and Bad Cop Review the Hi Grade Ganja Anthems 4 …

Good Cop: You re on your own with this. I don t like this album1.

Bad Cop: Whoah, you re the one always accusing me of breaking character and now you re doing that right off the bat. That s supposed to be my line.

Good Cop: I don t care.

I think this album is amateurish and panders to a certain demographic, know what I mean? Pot should be legal, sure, but do we have to sing about it?

Bad Cop: in a fake Jamaican accent Yeah mon! Greetings in the name of His Imperial Majesty, Haile I Selassie I, JAH!!!!

Rastafari, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Igziabeher, Nagus a Nagas, the healing of the nation, the only cure for glaucoma, found on the grave of King Solomon

Good Cop: You re mixing your metaphors. And this isn t a religious album. It s about getting stoned.

And it s about as interesting as getting stoned.

Bad Cop: How do you know? You ve never been high.

Good Cop: I don t think I m missing anything.

Bad Cop: Fine, more for me.

Good Cop: I ll bet you re high right now.

Bad Cop: Hahahahaha. Um, I lost my train of thought.

Say, you don t have any Ring Dings on you, do you?

Good Cop: Seriously, you look pretty stoned.

Bad Cop: I think that comes from listening to this album. I guess we should go through the tracks. Um, the first one is by Snoop Lion.

The point of this one2 seems to be that we can fight global warming by planting more weed.

Good Cop: The vocals are autotuned. Yuck. You have to be stoned to like this.

Bad Cop: OK, the second track is about drinking ganja tea, and that s the title of the song3.

It s by Keida. I like this one. It s oldschool, kinda oldschool at least.

You know, a real band.

Good Cop: Too top 40 for me.

Bad Cop: Here s another rootsy track, Cali Green4 by Mighty Mystic. This one s a little more of a dub. Good song, huh?

Good Cop: More R&B masquerading as reggae.

At least this isn t autotuned.

Bad Cop: You re in a bad mood. Here, have some of this reaches into his pocket.

Good Cop waves him away No thanks, I don t need your saliva.

Bad Cop: You re no fun. But this album is.

The next track is titled simply Marijuana5. It s by Linval Thompson I think this is an old song, but I can t remember if I ve ever heard it before.

Good Cop: That figures. This is obviously an old song: you can tell that this is an overcompressed digital mix of an old analog recording.

You know, this one actually isn t bad.

Bad Cop: Glad you agree. Now where were we? Here s track four, Marijuana, by Linval Thompson.

Good Cop: We just heard that.

Bad Cop: Oh yeah, duh.

OK, here s track six, another old roots number, I Man a Grasshopper6 by Pablo Moses.

Good Cop: You skipped a track.

Bad Cop: Huh?

Good Cop: We just heard track four. Now you re saying we should listen to track six.

Bad Cop: No, this is track five.

Good Cop: No it s not.

Bad Cop: Oh yeah, you re right. But we might as well listen to I Man a Grasshopper.

It s got a clavinova and distorted guitar through a cheap amp. It sounds so Jamaica, 1980. I love it!

Yeah mon!

Good Cop: You know, if we were around back then, we d be listening to something more substantial.

Bad Cop: I was around back then

Gooc Cop: But you weren t listening to this.

Bad Cop: I didn t know this existed. Not many people outside Jamaica knew this existed and I wasn t in Jamaica. aside I was deprived as a child.

Good Cop: Good thing you were deprived or you wouldn t have any brain cells left.

Bad Cop: You re just jealous.

OK, we re now going to hear track seven, Oh Mr. DC7 by Sugar Minott with Fantan Mojah and Military Man.

Good Cop: You forgot track five.

Bad Cop: Oh yeah, We ll get back to that. This is more of a dancehall song.

Very in the moment. Roots riddim, but it s all hi-tech.

Good Cop: And those R&B vocals. Not my favorite.

Bad Cop: Me neither.

Now here s, um, what track were we just listening to?

Goood Cop: That was Oh Mr. DC. But you forgot track five.

Bad Cop: Aw, wow, ok, let s hear that one, Weed Fields8, by Desi Roots.

Now this is a great song! I don t know this one. Obviously from the golden age.

Good band, good singer, a real crooner. Good lyrics too.

Good Cop: This sounds like a reggae remake of a Vegas pop song from the sixties. I don t know which one.

Any idea?

Bad Cop: You know what, you re probably right. This is my favorite track so far.

Good Cop: Yeah, not bad. Now let s hear track six, I Man a Grasshopper, by Pablo Moses.

Bad Cop: I think I ve heard this before.

An old roots tune.

Good Cop: You have heard it before. About ten minutes ago.

Bad Cop sheepishly grinning: OK, you got me. Got me good.

Here s track seven, Oh Mr. DC wait, didn t we hear this one?

Good Cop: Yes, if you weren t so high you would realize that we re on, um where are we? What s next?

Bad Cop unwrapping a stick of Roll-O’s: Um, that s why I brought you along.

For the heavy lifting.

Good Cop: If this is heavy lifting then you re a lightweight.

Bad Cop: Who s calling who a lightweight? You didn t even smoke.

Good Cop: Enough already. Um, the next song is track eight, One Draw9, by Rita Marley.

Speaking of lightweight, I never understood why this song was so popular.

Bad Cop: This isn t Rita Marley. It s some dancehall guy.

Good Cop: Oh yeah, you re right. This is Alborosie featuring Camilla.

I actually think this is better than the original. Which doesn t mean that I liked the original.

Bad Cop: Don t be such a sourpuss. Here, have a Roll-O.

Good Cop: OK, thanks.

Now we re on, what, track nine? This is Collie Herb Man. Do these songs really need titles?

Aren t they all pretty much the same anyway?

Bad Cop: I hate it when people say all reggae sounds the same. On this album so far we ve heard some classic roots, some dancehall and some of whatever you call what they re doing these days in Jamaica, it s kind of hip-hop. And you remember that Jamaicans invented hip-hop.

Good Cop: Yeah, back in the 1950s.

Anyway, this is Katchafire doing Collie Herb Man10. This is bizarre. Is that a vibraphone or just a synthesizer?

Bad Cop: Whoah!

This is a Steel Pulse cover. This is a fair approximation, but the original was better.

Good Cop: I learn something new every day. OK, next track.

How many damn songs are on this album, anyway?

Bad Cop grinning Lots! This is High Grade11 by Jamelody featuring Natural Black. You know, the crooner-plus-toaster routine.

Chaka Demus and Pliers, that sort of thing.

Good Cop: Wow, that s a name I never thought I d ever hear again.

Bad Cop: Who?

Good Cop: Chaka Demus. What was his big hit?

Bad Cop: Murder She Wrote sings Murder she wrote, murder she wrote

Good Cop: OK, that s enough, you re no Chaka Demus. Pliers, maybe.

Bad Cop: That song didn t set me on fire.

Track eleven is Puff It12, by I-Octane.

Good Cop: This is awful. Autotune, yuck. How long is this album?

I don t have all day to sit around and listen to Jamaicans rap about how much they like to smoke weed.

Bad Cop: It s a long one! The next song is Hi Grade13, by Busy Signal.

Good Cop: We already heard this.

Bad Cop: No we didn t. It s spelled differently.

Now this one I like. Oldschool 80s style dancehall except that it s new.

Good Cop: This is a ripoff of Murder She Wrote!

Bad Cop: Wow. If you hadn t mentioned it, I never would have noticed.

Good Cop: Let s make this a wrap.

The next song is Collie Weed14, by Shinehead.

Bad Cop: I LOVE this song! This is right from around the time the original came out. They took one of the worst songs ever written, Summer Breeze, by Seals & Crofts, and turned it into a ganja-smoking anthem.

You know, I saw Shinehead do this live on Rockers TV with Earl Chin.

Good Cop: You know what, this is better than the original. Which isn t saying much. How many more songs do we have to hear?

Bad Cop: Not done yet.

Next one is Sensi Addict15 by Horace Ferguson. Wait, this sounds like a girl singing. Who is this?

Good Cop: Your guess as good as mine.

Bad Cop: This sounds like it was made with a Casio and a cheap mic, in 1985.

Good Cop: Probably was.

That happens a lot in the third world.

Bad Cop: True. OK, next song. Strong Sensi16, by Little John. Another really good one I never heard of.

Obviously about thirty years old, maybe older. Out-of-tune piano, string synth, a real band.

Good Cop: Actually it s not anywhere near that old. But it s a clever imitation.

Are we done yet?

Bad Cop: Nope. Next song is Better Collie17, by Horace Andy.

Good Cop: If you just tuned in, we re listening to, what is the name of this album?

Bad Cop: The Hi Grade Ganja Anthems 418 compilation. In honor of 4/20.

Good Cop: Horace Andy, now this guy I know.

From my brother during his ska phase in high school. This is more of a reggae song.

Bad Cop: Guy from the golden age of ska, skanking about di herb! I love it!

Good Cop: Moving right along, the next song is, oh god, Sensimania, what a title.

By Welton Irie. Never heard of the guy.

Bad Cop: Guessing it s from the 80s. The last gasp of roots before dancehall took over.

You know, the murderah chorus. Come to think of it, I know this song. I think I actually have it on a mixtape somewhere.

Good Cop: Wouldn t surprise me.

Is that it?

Bad Cop: Nope. Last song is Bring the Kouchie Come19, by Mystic Eyes. Wow, I m really impressed by this one.

The production is really good and oldschool. And there s a dub at the end, very cool.

Good Cop: Whew, I never though we d ever get through this thing. To me this is just a random playlist.

Is there such a thing as a reggae song that doesn t mention getting stoned, anyway?

Bad Cop: I love this album. I know there are a few weak tracks but the good stuff is priceless.

Good Cop: So where can we stream this tedious thing online?

Bad Cop: Um, I forgot to plug in my phone and it s dead. Can you google it?

The album, I mean.

Good Cop after half an hour of nonstop googling: Answer is that you can t. But you can hear everything here except for the Welton Irie song on youtube you can use the links above in each of the song titles. The Welton Irie tune seems to be very obscure.

You re gonna have to digitize that track you have on that mixtape and upload it somewhere.

Bad Cop: Ha, if I can find it. Sure is fun being a grouch and ragging on random bands, isn t it? You ve been breaking character all day and I haven t busted you once.

Good Cop: You re right, I m sick of the goody two-shoes routine.

We should switch roles more often. Especially if blog boss gives us another one of these. I thought we were on a roll with this blog for awhile, but after this, you gotta wonder

Bad Cop: Blog boss would never sink to the level of seriously reviewing an album of weedhead reggae songs.

Strictly for the B team. That s us.

Good Cop: You know what, blog boss doesn t like grunt work like researching individual songs. How much you wanna bet we end up with the next compilation album this blog does?

Bad Cop: Bring it on.

Hey, do you have my Roll-O s?

Good Cop: Oh yeah, here, I was sitting on them.

Hey, wait a minute, these smell like weed!

Bad Cop: Heh heh heh

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