CHRISTY MOORE - FAIRY TALE OF NEW YORK (for Shane McGowan)

Christy Moore - Fairytale of New York (Live on Later... with Jools Holland 1996)

EASTER SATURDAY | The Pogues : Transmetropolitan (1984) an opening salvo . . . . . . | Le Ramasseur De Mégots & Camberwell Foxes Radio!

 

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The Pogues Transmetropolitan (1984)

The opening track of their debut album Red Roses For Me and it’s a cracker. Lyrics that take you all over London town (posted them above)…

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The Pogues - Alabamahalle, Munich, Germany 1985 | THE POGUES : Munich Germany 1985 | VOODOO WAGON

The Boss over at Voodoo Wagon reposted this timely memorial to Shane’s band live in Germany  from 1985 first listed by Mitch Lopate over there. Have at it, it’s worth it! One of the better quality boots of the band I have found . . . . . 

The Pogues - Alabamahalle
Munich, Germany
April 21, 1985

 

 

Shane MacGowan - Guitar, Lead Vocals
Cait O'Riordan - Bass, Vocals
Andrew Ranken - Drums, Vocals
Spider Stacy - Whistle, Beer Tray, Tambourine, Vocals
James Fearnley - Accordion, Vocals
Jem Finer - Banjo, Guitar, Vocals

 

Setlist: 

01 Greenland Whale Fisheries
02 Repeal Of The Licensing Laws
03 Boys From The County Hell
04 Whiskey You're The Devil
05 Transmetropolitan
06 A Pair Of Brown Eyes
07 Streams Of Whiskey
08 Dark Streets Of London
09 Sally MacLennane
10 Kitty
11 Navigator
12 Dingle Regatta
13 Poor Paddy
14 Battle Of Brisbane
15 Waxie's Dargle
16 Muirshin Durkin

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THE POGUES | THREE ALBUMS via URBANASPIRINES

Shane MacGowan and The Pogues - 3 Abums from URBANASPIRINES

Wow well Kostas doesn’t hang about and here comes this from his desktop after the passing of the poet and iconoclast of punk and folk tradition, the mercurial Shane MacGowan who we lost on Thursday!

Kostas begins : 

Shane Patrick Lysaght MacGowan (25 December 1957 – 30 November 2023) was an English-born Irish musician best known as the lead vocalist and songwriter of Celtic punk band the Pogues.

And Kostas continues:

The Pogues were an English or Anglo-Irish Celtic punk band fronted by Shane MacGowan and others, founded in King's Cross, London, in 1982, as Pogue Mahone – an anglicisation of the Irish Gaelic phrase póg mo thóin, meaning "kiss my arse". The band reached international prominence in the 1980s and early 1990s, recording several hit albums and singles. MacGowan left the band in 1991 owing to drinking problems, but the band continued – first with Joe Strummer and then with Spider Stacy on vocals – before breaking up in 1996. 

Looking at three of the main contenders for their best albums ever, comes his look at Red Roses for Me of 1984, Rum Sodomy and The Lash, 88’s If I Should Fall From Grace With God if you do anything buy these three as they cover all the most classics of the bands work and Shane’s songwriting and selection at its very peak!

Really check it out

This one for Kostas! The Nips (formerly The Nipple Erectors! just as The Pogues were formerly Pogue Mahone [trans:”Sit on My Face!”] here with ‘Gabrielle'

TWILIGHT ZONE- THE POGUES “The very best of . . . . . “ - Mini CD Misty Morning Albert Bridge 1989

The Pogues "The very best of..." 2001 + "Misty Morning, Albert Bridge" 1989 - Mini CDThere's little question that the Pogues were a seminal band, blessed with great musicians, led by Shane MacGowan, a songwriter of major vision and talent. This was apparent on their initial Stiff singles but it truly blazed on their debut, Rum Sodomy & the Lash, an album that artfully walked the razor's edge between Irish traditionalism and venomous, working-class punk...

...Though they became more accomplished in later albums, they never strayed from this template. What did change, however, was the group's consistency, largely because their fortunes were tied too closely to those of MacGowan. His talent burned intensely, but like a supernova, it flamed out quickly as the singer sank into an abyss of liquor and drugs. He could still turn out some great moments, but his unpredictability became a major liability for the group's very sanity and they had to let him go. Ironically, without Shane aboard, the Pogues started to drift and they only lasted through one more album before calling it a day, leaving behind a body of work that is very well summarized on the European-only compilation, The Very Best of the Pogues. This concentrates heavily on the group's first three albums, where MacGowan's writing was its sharpest and the band sounded best, but it also picks up highlights from erratic albums like Peace and Love and Hell's Ditch. That's not to say this is a perfect collection; it has a tendency to play toward their traditional folk inclinations, which means it overlooks such wonderful moments as their stomping Motown salute "Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah," one of the very best singles of the late '80s and early '90s. Even so, this collection is as good a single-disc retrospective as it could be, and it comes very close to capturing the Pogues at their very best. - Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine

1 Dirty Old Town 2 The Irish Rover 3 Sally MacLennane 4 Fiesta 5 A Pair Of Brown Eyes 6 Fairytale Of New York 7 The Body Of An American 8 Streams Of Whiskey 9 The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn 10 If I Should Fall From Grace With God 11 Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 12 Rain Street 13 White City 14 A Rainy Night In Soho 15 London Girl 16 Boys From The County Hell 17 The Sunnyside Of The Street 18 Summer In Siam 19 Hell's Ditch 20 The Old Main Drag 21 The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

"Misty Morning, Albert Bridge" 1989 - Mini CD

1 Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 2 Cotton Fields 3 Young Ned Of The Hill (Dub Version) 4 Train Of Love

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More sounds for Christmas :: A Fairy Tale of New York - THE POGUES (LIVE) 2012

Wouldn’t be Christmas with Shane MacGowan and The Pogues from ten years ago (although we send this one out to Kirsty MacColl and her family . . . . . . )

For the Eleventh Hour on the Eleventh Day on the Eleventh Month 2022 after the two minutes silence

 THE POGUES - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

LEST WE FORGET