Red Roses & Rum/Sodomy are great records and very representative of live performances at the time.
The band had really matured by Grace with God. Advanced musicianship, Shane at his songwriting peak and a better engineered recording. Itās my favourite Pogues album.
I can confirm this. The Pogues toured Ireland around the turn of the year 1985/1986. They played some quirky venues like a community centre in North Tipperary that I canāt remember the name of.
I saw them on that tour with in the Bridge Hotel in Waterford. Before the gig myself and a friend went into Downes pub around the corner for refreshments. Who was sitting in front of the fire guzzling only the Pogues. MacGowan was asleep with a fedora over his face. This isnāt going to be good we surmised. Anyway we went around to the Bridge and Pogues duly arrived on stage and blew the fucking place asunder. Lads were going demented. It was unreal.
Many moons ago one of my mates thought it would be great craic spiking me with a pill ā¦ anyway - I was coming up on it and Rainy Night in Soho came on in the gaffā¦ I had to listen to it about 20 times I was so blown away with it ā¦ I was on drugs tho.
I think they are the band with the most top class songs given their number of songs in total.
Some of them fell into heavenā¦
Their appeal is also heightened by the fact that most of them are written by a barely functioning alcoholic mess with a songwriting gift from the Gods.
Jaysus Fagan I was at that very gig myself, only a garcun. We got a minibus from Ennis. One of the lads got Spider Stacyās Tin Whistle that night and still has it. To say it was bedlam up at the front would be like saying Shane most probably had a drink or two that day. Outside I still remember a biker looking fella covered in blood. He was after been hit by a brick- inside ! Crazy times.
I think there are two narrators in this song - MacGowan in his severely drunken state and some old bastard in a pub, as MacGowan later put it. The old bastard rants on about how he went to war and how would MacGowan know anything about life in comparison to him, which generally pisses MacGowan off.
In blood and death neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around
MacGowan draws comparison to his drunken state of hell (and everyone elseās) to the old bastardās war experiences.