Getting the facts straight, The Real McKenzies – Canadian Scots – have been knocking it around for a bit, so don’t think they’re hopping the bandwagon of Pogues-infected rock that the Swingin’ Utters, Filthy Thieving Bastards, Flogging Molly, and the Dropkick Murphys have been skirting the last couple albums. The McKenzies helped build that wagon, have been pushing it for a long, long time. Discounting my own nut sack, I’d have to say I’ve seen the leader of the McKenzies plum pouch the most of any man’s. Kilt a-flappin’n, he literally lets it all hang out live. And that’s where I think the band excels. This 7″ is pretty good, but some of the intensity is lost in the translation. Not piss, nor godhead.
–todd (Fat, PO Box 193690, SF, CA 94119)