Dublin City Workingman's Band born kicking and screaming dragged into the d… Read Full Bio ↴Dublin City Workingman's Band born kicking and screaming dragged into the drink fuelled world of ballad driven Trad sticking a large middle finger up to the vapid manufactured advertisement driven live music scene jumping from faster jig to faster ballad you can feel the salty brine pouring over your head when they're singing South Australia or maybe its Ciaran's perspiration or maybe its his bodhrán sweating Christ I thought I heard his goatskin bleating along to McAlpine's Fusiliers but that was the same night we saw the ghost of Sam Hall swaying to the rhythm beside Bob sure its no wonder Bang Bang and Forty Coats are always on the guest list at their gigs for they come to hear Jason's extreme banjo twanging out beside twang man Ger's guitar his strumming hand leaving tracers all complemented by the lord of the cat gut fiddler Larry. Exit stage left - these five lads are in charge now.