|Fri 8th Dec|
9 pm,€ 10
Having been cast out, blacklisted, rejected and ejected from gentlemens clubs far and wide, five dejected cast asides joined forces in what was to be their own celebration of commonality.
Purveyors of music that meanders from sea soaked waltz to Italian tarantella, from Brassy funeral march-esque lament to weep along Klezmar knees up, from chain gang holler to rag time finger snap. Skipping through the dark side of anything that makes you want to dance, steeped in melodrama and usually with not a small amount of tongue in cheek.
The Eskies have brought this unique brand of folk noir/gypsy jazz/sea shanty and swaggering stage spectacle to ballrooms and booze houses far and wide, sullying soirees and lowering inhibitions of get togethers and social occasions wherever they have ventured.
Like a wagon storming the citadel, The Eskies brand of gothic-tinged gypsy-folk swaggers out of the speakers with intent. Hot Press Magazine
From the sinister sway of Eloise through to the jaunty Jesus Dont Save Me and the driving Jailhouse Sun, The Eskies have delivered a fascinating blend of fun-fuelled folk. The Independent
The album is a raucous fanfare of folk, swamp blues and unquenchable merriment, paired with brain-burrowing melodies and witty lyrics, delivered at breakneck speed. Goldenplec
Indeed, the album exudes a vim and vigor that bursts from out of the speakers makes for an incredibly entertaining experience. The Last Mixed Tape