The definitive modern pub album!
The live tracks on this album shows that Darby O'Gill has what no other band seems to have out there today:
enjoyment of their own music. It seems as though the songs on "Waitin' for a Ride" were written and adaptped
specifically for an audience, and not just for an Irish audience: there is some Scottish material here and one Russian song.
Definately check out "The Kretchma", "Birnie Bozule/When will we be Wed", "Irish Ballad" and their ad-lib heavy
treatment of "Finnigan's Wake". Kick back with a cold one after work and check this out. (Just be kind to a squirrel if
you happen to meet one randomly)!
Another great CD!!!!!!!!!
Very different from their CD, Driven to Drink, but not in a bad way. I would recomend this CD to all my friends and
family. I am hoping there will be more to come....
I'm a bit disappointed in Darby O'Gill. They promise that Waitin' for a Ride is squirrel free, nothing to do with squirrels
whatsoever. But I clearly heard not one, but two sure mentions of squirrels on the album.
Maybe they think they'll be forgiven just because that music is rollicking good fun. Waitin' for a Ride deals mostly in tall
folktales and gregarious pub sing-alongs. Performed by W. Scott Messer with a clear alto and near gratuitous brogue,
spiced-up arrangements of traditional tunes and occasional shiny new tracks introduce a parade of grand characters and
lovely landscapes. Boasters cheerfully carry off the bonnie "Glasgow Peggy" and flaunt "The Kissin' of the Sheriff's
Wife." The unexpected sweet regrets of "A Toast" and "Parnell Square" are standouts on an otherwise straightforward
party of an album. After that brief rest, Darby O'Gill become even more hectic and engaging, delivering "The Kretchma"
and the sly "The Night Pat Murphy Died" in a conversational style that will draw a response even from the home
listener. You may be lulled into a state of trust by the strangely easygoing "Whiskey in the Jar" or the pitiable tale of
"Old Mary Catherine Bridgette O'Gill". You're sure to boggle at the fastest ever reading of Joyce's Finnegan's
Wake. And then, at the close of the album, just as you're jouncing through the increasingly hectic "The Rattlin' Bog",
the bloody squirrels poke in their heads!
So clearly Darby O'Gill is a band of scheming liars. They also made me laugh out loud five times before the album was
done, and tear up at least once. A second listen for jokes lost in the racket of the first playing uncovered quiet levels of
depth in the instrumental performance, especially on the more serious songs. Flourishes of percussion in "Birnie
Bouzle/When Will We Be Wed" and Ken Andersen's gentle accordion in the heartugging "Toast" are easily
overlooked in the emotional drama of Messer's and Art Kohnke's vocals. They have room to make all sorts of claims
about raw talent, fine playing and affecting singing.
But they better be careful about the squirrels.
-- Rambles , written by Sarah Meador