When I think of the Pogues these days, two things spring to mind. The first is how amazingly ugly Shane McGowan has gotten. He really is the modern day caricature of the Irish drunk incarnate. As I listen to his music, a picture of his face seeps into my mind and it scares me. See for yourself:


So how's the album? It starts out great, turns into a travelogue and kind of just peters out at the end with an unnecessary cover of "Honky Tonk Woman." "The Sunny Side Of The Street" and "Fairytale of New York" are songs everyone should own so I could consider this album to be truly essential. It's a handy introduction to a legendary band with a freaky, freaky lead singer. Uncle Brian would approve.
2 comments:
EEEWWWWW. Thanks for the new nightmare.
My eyes! My EYES!!!!
Man, he is UUUUUUGGGLLYYY!!!
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