I put I Fell in the Bog and Saw God (2012) by Rural Savage on after a very long day and it was exactly what I needed to clean my circuits.
It’s punk rock that is kind of fuzzy, a little bit rude, leads me to suspect that being in their pit may include mandatory participation in drunken shout-sing-alongs, and ends on a unexpectedly solemn note. There is also a companion EP called I Fell in the Ditch & Saw the Divil.
The first two songs, College Drop Out and Alcohol, show off their punkabilly chops. But it is the third song, Donegal Acid, that cemented their place in my affections.
I don’t know for sure but I think Dada Taranta might be a meditation about finding God in the pub in a very literal sense. Or else it’s about the little old men you always find propped up at the end of the bar (any bar) everywhere in the world. Perhaps both? In any case you can mosh to it:
And the startlingly solemn finale, Irish Childhood Hex:
