February 26, 2011


Dropkick Murphys remain Boston's most treasured punk success: The tightest ship in the business (BARRY THOMPSON, February 23, 2011, Boston Phoenix)

Thanks to big honkin' crossover hits "Tessie" and "I'm Shipping Up to Boston," fans of Major League Baseball and/or Martin Scorsese will forever associate the modern-day monarchs of Celtic punk with the miraculous 2004 Red Sox and the nefarious shenanigans of The Departed's Frank "Whitey" Costello. Consequently, people who've never been here sometimes assume that Boston as a whole resembles Southie as depicted in Dropkick songs — which isn't even the whole story for Southie. Worse, they're not all opposed to writing the Dropkicks and their fans off as sadistic baseball hooligans with crappy shamrock tattoos who hate pronouncing the letter "r." Even if the Dropkicks themselves helped propagate the caricature by liking local sports and Irish music, it's a stupendously reductionist perception. The Dropkicks paid about a decade's worth of dues in the punk-rock salt mines before hitting it big, but despite (or because of) their high profile, their influence isn't always acknowledged. How many kids in lesser-known Irish folk/punk combo bands get all puffy and punker-than-thou when they tell people they were listening to the Pogues and the Dubliners before they'd ever heard of the Dropkicks? A lot. Most of them are lying.

These outcomes would've been impossible to plan even if Ken Casey and his drinking buddies did harbor grandiose ambitions back when they were [****]ing around with songs that started to sound like "Clancy Brothers meets the Ramones" (as Casey puts it) in a barber-shop basement.

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Posted by Orrin Judd at February 26, 2011 6:41 AM
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