One part roaring sea shanty, one part haunting Irish melody, and a solid ch… Read Full Bio ↴One part roaring sea shanty, one part haunting Irish melody, and a solid chaser of gut-crunching street punk. This ragtag group of drunken misfits stays true to the ancient ballads and bawlers that once drove sailors around the world, all the while smashing out modern punk with a fury and intensity that is unmatched anywhere.
Formed in 2006 over pints of cheap beer at East Vancouver’s notoriously violent Ivanhoe Hotel, The Dreadnoughts cut their teeth in the roughest dive bars in the city. They started by opening for (and earning the praise of) celtic-punk grandfathers The Real McKenzies, and since then have never looked back. Hauling a fiddle, an accordion, a mandolin, a tin whistle, guitars and drums into every venue that would have them, they quickly became known for their powerful, chaotic live performances. In three short years they have slowly but surely joined the ranks of Canada’s punk rock heroes.
Formed in 2006 over pints of cheap beer at East Vancouver’s notoriously violent Ivanhoe Hotel, The Dreadnoughts cut their teeth in the roughest dive bars in the city. They started by opening for (and earning the praise of) celtic-punk grandfathers The Real McKenzies, and since then have never looked back. Hauling a fiddle, an accordion, a mandolin, a tin whistle, guitars and drums into every venue that would have them, they quickly became known for their powerful, chaotic live performances. In three short years they have slowly but surely joined the ranks of Canada’s punk rock heroes.
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Polka's Not Dead
The Dreadnoughts Lyrics
Black Sea Gale Seven score and seven more Were bound for Batumi And hardl…
Cider Road Top down, straight in That's the way you want to win Head…
Gintlemen’s Club Along the lanes of London city We convene this fine committe…
Paulina Awake tonight in the silence of the moon Awake tonight, and…
Polka Never Dies Your eyes were filled with stars So you picked up a…
Poutine I am a rover, American A pair of green eyes, 5…
Randy Dandy-Oh Now we are ready to head for the Horn, Weigh, hey,…
Sleep Is For The Weak Picking up the pieces of the day And casting them away Wal…
Turbo Island 'twere back in the year of 1986 I courted a maid…
West Country Man Will I have a cider? Will I have a scrumpy? Turbo, Merrida…