The Dropkick Murphys have always been near and dear to me. While I've had a love-hate relationship at times with their style of music, I've always been able to lend them my hometown support. Now it seems that, again, I've come back full circle with this, their latest release. Maybe it's the echoes of seeing The Mighty Mighty Bosstones a dozen times back in college. Maybe it's the blue collar, h...
Last night, as I’ve mentioned (nay, gushed), was my third Dropkick Murphys concert, and the precise anniversary of my first, and it went off like the perfect final installment of a well-planned trilogy. They came to my territory, for a change, and I came prepared. Normally, I’m content to stay on the fringe of the pit where there are plenty of people packed in, but not as much going on. I’m
