If you ever showed up early to a few Pogues gigs in 1986 at the Hammersmith in London, you probably heard the opening band, Nyah Fearties. If you didn't blow your cash on pints in the pub you may have picked up their latest album at the time, A Tasty Heidfu'. A two man band of brothers from a tiny village in North Ayrshire, Scotland, Nyah Fearties were known around the streets of London, as a busking, acoustic, punk-thrash band that used various objects they found nearby as the "percussion". Influenced by punk, reggae, rockabilly, and country, they developed a unique sound that spat a gob of folk-punk inspired phlegm into the faces of the synth-pop wankers, and kicked the new romantics of the day in the nuts with a steel-toed boot soiled with Ayrshire sod. After years of touring together as a two-piece they eventually found themselves involved in various projects such as:"Dub Skelper" and "Mr. Luggs".
Today, they have a new band, somewhat similar to their old Fearties sound, Junkman's Choir are now a four-piece, and sound more original than ever. "Junk Rock" is their third release and contains four tracks of acoustic flavoured mayhem that will have you begging for more. The first song, "Hey Joe!" is an ode to Mr. Strummer. The song contains various Clash/Strummer melodies brought to you in the Junkman style. Another standout is the traditional track "The Cuckoo". Honestly, I've heard everyone from Doc Watson, to Bob Dylan cover this song, and I must say, the Junkman version quite possibly might be my favourite! Great accordion! The other two songs are: "Evangeline" & "Raven's Yard".
-Brian Gillespie, Beer Busking.
released September 15, 2005
Produced by Billy Samson and Junkman's Choir at Full on the Hill Studios, Busbiehill, Ayrshire, UK.
Day V - Vocals, Bass guitar
Johnny Gator - Vocals, Accordion, Trumpet
Mr. Lugs - Percussion
Pama Dice - Vocals, Guitars
Design and layout by Allan Henry, Day V and Johnny Gator
Ballochmyle gorge rock art photography by K Longmuir and D Wiseman.
Thanks to Tatan Records for their help in the production of this recording.
Junkman's Choir are a two man band with a Global sound Playing a mix of Cajun, Country Sea Shanty's and Rockin Reels
and spinning some twists and turns on the works of Rabbie Burns, The sound of Electro Accordian, Pocket Trumpet ,Guitar and Vocals, is as unique as it is infectious.. Look out for them on the street or on a stage, stomping out a steel-toed rhythm....more
Raven’s yard, where widows weep, tired spinsters sell their souls for keeps. He’s boot-blacked, savant, free; indifferent to past dancing pleas. The band’s a smoked stained café, tired hunter’s eyes their night betrays. The laughing stock of antique clocks, as the moths they gather round, He tells them: ‘you know what you need a glutton’s greed, a silver spire to shoehorn that life of sinful pride’.
He’ll dance gavotte and out of key, he swears on love and bended knees. He fouls the pretty rose in bloom, cuts her heart out with an April moon. Sunray here - so soon must go, weaving scented chains of sorrow.
Never catch a tiger’s eye, you may find yourself around the flame of no escape where deeds are done and counted one by one and no-one cares if you will live. Spend your years in veiled apology for something you can never hold and piece together all the times you heard of him but he was gone and led you on to heights of cruellest shame and you were there at end of piers and saw the faces buried in Raven’s Yard.
Take me away. Raven’s Yard. Away.
Track Name: Duncan Macleerie
Duncan Macleerie an Janet his wife,
They gaed to Kilmarnock to buy a new knife;
But insteed o a knife they coft but a bleerie;
We're very weel saird. qo Duncan Macleerie.
Duncan Macleerie haes got a new fiddle,
It's a' strung wi hair, an a hole in the middle;
An ay when he plays on't, his wife leuks sae cheary,
Very weel duin, Duncan, qo Janet Macleerie.
Duncan he played till his bow it grew greasy;
Janet grew fretfu, an unco uneasy.
Hoot, qo she, Duncan, ye're unco suin weary;
Play us a pibroch, qo Janet Macleerie.
Duncan Macleerie played on the herp,
An Janet Macleerie danced in her sark;
Her sark it was short, her cunt it was hairy,
Very weel danced, Janet, qo Duncan Macleerie.