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 Artist:   Flogging Molly
 Album:    Float
 Label:    Sideonedummy
 Playtime:  39:35 min
 Genre:    Punk Rock
 URL:
 Rip date:  2007-12-19
 Street date: 2008-03-04
 Size:    67.50 MB
 Type:    Advance
 Quality:   227 kbps / 4410kHz / Joint Stereo
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  New Flogging Molly Enjoy ~censored~!
  ”Hello, Partland!” Flogging Molly’s Dave King howled in his Irish brogue.
  ”We’re packed up ‘ere like a tin of ~censored~’ sardines!” He wasn’t kidding.
  Kell’s, styled after an Irish pub, had a stage fit for a quartet at best, but
  was forced to cope with the foot-stomping rush of the Irish folk-punk
  whirlwind packed upon it anyway. At times, eight people crammed onto the tiny
  stage to spew forth a brilliant sound fueled by equal parts Guinness, bile
  and joy. Kicking off with the aptly titled “Swagger,” King gave a four count
  that set off an explosion of energy. The band played with such ferocity that
  they twice had to apologize to the wedding reception upstairs (not that they
  turned down any, mind you). Their foot-stomping tunes eventually smoothed
  over any rough feelings, for the happy couple ended up in the front row,
  pints in hand and cheering on this crew of mad bastards.
  King was a slave driver, urging his band mates to ever more furious heights
  as they tore threw most of their two CD’s worth of material. The entire band
  blissed out while playing with their eyes closed and leaning into the beat.
  Bassist Nathen Maxwell rocked back and forth, head back and grinning all
  night, while Matt Hensley waltzed lovingly with his accordion. Bob Schmidt
  and Dennis Casey, on mandolin and guitar respectively, spent most of the
  evening crammed into their corner of the stage, stepping forward to scream
  choruses in the general direction of their microphone. I couldn’t see drummer
  George Schwindt, but from the sound of things he was definitely living up to
  the band’s name (A bit of explanation: the band honed its skills by playing
  constantly at Molly McGuire’s in Los Angeles, hence it’s somewhat ominous
  moniker). After all, how many folk bands need to stop mid-set to replace a
  snare drum? At the center of this storm stood King, who strummed his acoustic
  guitar and attacked his microphone with such vigor that he told the audience
  that he would most likely knock all of his teeth out by the end of the night.
  The highlight for me was Bridget Regan, who switched between fiddle and a
  penny whistle and provided variation that kept the songs from melding into
  one another. All of the band members were clearly skilled at their craft and
  their constant touring has made them into a gelled, jigging juggernaut.
  Although the playing was loose, the band didn’t deviate heavily from the
  recorded versions of their songs. One ecstatic exception was “Black Friday
  Rule,” which included a guitar solo by Casey that was so ripping it bordered
  on heavy metal. The band’s energy level was so high that even slower material
  like “Laura” kept the crowd’s heads nodding. The standout number was the
  ferocious version of “Delilah” which featured an extended, almost Latin
  middle section. By the end, perfect strangers had their arms around each
  other’s shoulders as they swayed back and forth while belting out the chorus.
  Since the crowd was a mix of yuppies out for a Friday night and punks there
  only for the band, watching King conduct this motley choir was something to
  behold. After the bellowing crowd convinced the band to play one final song,
  King and crew finished things up with “What Made Milwaukee Famous, Made a
  Loser Out of Me.” As the song began, Casey complained that he didn’t know how
  the song went, to which King replied, “Come on, man, it’s C and E like
  everything else!” This exchange summed up the night perfectly: with songs
  this much fun, who gives a damn whether you know how to play them or not
  since passion and Guinness will make up the difference. Three days later, I
  am still humming bits to myself and smiling. And I’m not even Irish.
- Track List —————————————————————- -
 01. Requiem For A Dying Song                     ( 3:30)
 02. Paddy’s Lament                          ( 3:24)
 03. Float                               ( 4:53)
 04. You Won’t Make A Fool Out Of Me                  ( 2:43)
 05. Lightning Storm                          ( 3:29)
 06. Punch Drunk Grinning Soul                     ( 4:20)
 07. Us Of Lesser Gods                         ( 3:19)
 08. Between A Man And A Woman                     ( 3:21)
 09. On The Back Of A Broken Dream                   ( 3:21)
 10. Man With No Country                        ( 3:04)
 11. The Story So Far                         ( 4:11)
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