What seems like an annual rite of spring in Manhattan rolled into town from Ireland again as The Pogues brought their reels and whistles to Terminal 5 with Jersey’s Titus Andronicus opening the festivities.
I never once thought that the kings of Irish punk/folk would regroup and play America, let alone in a place and time when I could see them. The last time I caught the whiskey bottle of a singer known as Shane MacGowan live, he was a bloody mess from falling down and being dragged off stage only 3 songs into his set with the Popes.
