Nov 11, 2009

Well, Timbecile and, um, Ace Facial and the boys are at it again—Dirty Filthy Mugs had a recent EP blasted in these pages, and it looks like we’re in for another six songs of Dropkick Murphys-styled punk/Celtic noodlings. Competent music with all the usual lyrical trappings: fucking (they are self-proclaimed “cocksmen” after all), fighting, and drinking. Proclamations from the vocalist about fisticuffs and how various women “give him the horn” and how he’s finally got a good woman “under his thumb” doesn’t exactly lend an air of new lyrical ground being tilled, but I guess it pretty much goes hand in hand with a genre like this. It’s too bad, too—the songs range from full-on barnstormers to some slower, squeezebox-laced songs that are all performed decently. Still, that doesn’t negate the fact that the songs sound like they were written by a bunch of eighth-grade d-bags.

 –keith (Brrapp)