On what was proclaimed to be their last U.S. tour, Irish folk-rock band The Pogues wasted not only a solid hour of everyone’s evening, but themselves as well. Taking the stage an hour late actually seems appropriate for these guys because—let’s get real—they’ve had theirs. Fans spanning generational gaps will always love The Pogues. Probably more for the music made decades ago where the words hadn’t been completely soaked through with whiskey to the point you couldn’t make them out. A time when the energy in their voices and playing was brought with suitable fighting Irish attitude.
Still, the brotherhood represented by plastic cups being waved to and fro was in full force as a side effect from The Pogues performance. Whether a product of the Irish accents or the copious amounts of whiskey being consumed both on and off stage, it really didn’t matter if you could make out the words being sung. All that mattered was that you came to raise a glass and move along to upbeat acoustic sounds that is The Pogues.
