“Give us pints of Whiskey, you hear the bastards shout”
In one lyric, The Skels sum up their entire musical career and philosophy of life. In case you aren’t familiar with The Skels, they are a bunch of Irish whiskey swigging, banjo swinging, football hooligans from North Jersey, let loose in the recording studio (though I’d love to see them let loose on the Jersey Shore house….that would be great TV.)
The delightfully titled, “Heading For The Knackers Yard”, is the bands 4th full-length and first in 4 or 5 years. And I can proudly say that “Heading For The Knackers Yard” is exactly as I expected it to sounds – no chance of The Skels ever pulling a Flogging Molly – we have whisked soaked, rough and tumble, white trash, meth smoking, redneck, sing-a-long New jersey Celtic punk’n’ roll (and I mean that in the most loving and respectful way of course).
Beyond the bucket of blood bars of NJ, NYC and Brighton, MA, The Skels are an somewhat of an unknown quantity despite being the longest running Celtic punk band in the US – 15 plus years and counting – check ’em out before they end up in the knackers themselves.