Front man Leeson used to be in the Popes, which we know is not the same as the Pogues. However, this album’s more reminiscent of the Pogues than anything, but without the polish. Add fiddle, banjo and whistle to drums, guitar, bass and vocals and run it at variable speeds—breakneck, dirge, pint-in-hand pub song. They’re traditional, they’re punk, they call it psycho-ceilidh. Their website says, “It’s a second generation identity crisis thing. You wouldn’t understand.” Well, I don’t for many reasons, but some of you might.