Yesterday we saw Mudmen live for the second time and that second time was even better than the first concert. It appears that Irish music, bagpipes and beer are meant to be enjoyed together. “The Night That Paddy Murphy Died”, “Dirty Old Town”, “Drink & Fight”, “Whack for the Lassie” and 5 or so bottles of Keiths’ beer made the atmosphere relaxing and friendly and we ended up being involved in a small talk and even dancing a bit, madness.
Kind of amazing and sad that at the beginning of their career Mudmen release music videos and people would catch their songs on TV and radio. I think they deserve more than just playing in small clubs all over Ontario.
Went to a Mudmen concert yesterday. These guys proudly call themselves Canadian Celtic Rock Warriors and it’s hard to say that this title is undeserved. Their own songs are good (on the latest album, Old Plaid Shirt, they became slightly more lyrical and slightly less, you know, “Drink and Fight!”-ish but that’s still nice, can’t get out the title song out of my head), their cover songs might be even better — all people enjoy listening to good old Irish songs like “The night that Paddy Murphy Died” or “Irish Rover”… But what makes Mudmen unique is that the band was founded by two brothers who play bagpipes! Bagpipes for the win.
I would also praise the Mudmen’s drummer — great job!
It was a bit weird but fun that one of Campbell brothers before the show started went to every table and offered earbuds, mentioning that “it’s going to be loud”. After the Exodus concert I guess we have nothing to fear. The same brother was also making faces when someone was filming a song, smiling all the time and in general looked as if playing at a tiny place with people seating had always been his biggest dream.
London Music Club (yep, now I’ll always be confusing LM Hall and Club) is a nice small place, with fine beer and decent sound. The owner himself does a huge chunk of work — he was at the doors checking tickets, he took away empty glasses and bottles and once I met him in the men’s, hm, washrooms when he was cleaning up after someone, evidently, had thrown up. It’s great that this club exists (and it’s located just 3 blocks away from our place, hehe), so thanks to him and other staff. The audience consisted mostly of people whose average age is closer to 50 or even maybe 60 — that was surprising. I wish I’d be like them when I’m 50, that I’d be able to go to club, order a couple of beers and listen to good music.