Dropkick Murphys
Do or Die
[Hellcat/Epitaph]
Rating: 7.8
You hear the ominous drone of a bagpipe playing the traditional "Cadence
to Arms." "Neat," you think. "This reminds me of my old Big Country
albums." You hear a distant voice scream "1! 2! 3! 4!" and then a wall of
guitar distortion flies upside your head. "This ain't no Big Country,"
you think. "This scares me." This is the sound of punk rock the way it
used to be: angry, aggressive and political. This is Dropkick Murphys.
Do or Die comes to us via Hellcat Records, a label run by the members of
Rancid. While their employers borrow heavily from the Clash, the
Boston- based Dropkick Murphys explore the sound established by the
Pogues, where punk elements are seasoned with tin whistles
and acoustic guitars and the melodies are derived from traditional Irish
folk. Singer Mike McColgan was born and bred to front a quasi- socialist,
Irish- American punk band, and the power of his expressive voice lifts
the group above the more generic competition. Songwriting throughout is
sharp, too, as Dropkick Murphys know that if you want to send a message
you can either call Western Union or stick it in the middle of a fast,
catchy, 2.5 minute blast of fury. A few dirge- like ballads are
thrown in to give you something to sway your pint to.
Thematically, Dropkick Murphys focus on the plight of the common man.
Lyrics about blue- collar pubs, unions, and taking pride in manual labor
bring to mind a crude, less literate Billy Bragg. It's interesting to
think about what would happen if the "regular guys" pictured on the
album cover were to meet up with the bald- headed, tattooed band members. Do
they break out the stout or start breaking (skin)heads? One thing is
certain, the fairer sex stays home. As good as Do or Die is, it's hard
to imagine women finding it appealing. In these songs, women are wives
who are lumped together with kids as something "honest men" work to
support and drink to escape. But the world of the skinhead punk is, and
always has been, about testosterone. Or, as Dropkick Murphys put it, "Oi!"
-Mark Richard-San