Turn Up That Dial is the euphoric sound of Dropkick Murphys' future parties

Dropkick Murphys' Turn Up That Dial is good time music for good times to come

Dropkick Murphys: Turn Up That Dial
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It’s tough being a party band with no party to go to, but the Dropkick Murphys aren’t letting circumstances get in the way of having a blast. The Boston boozers’ tenth album is a triple shot of euphoria with a Guinness chaser. 

Middle Finger’s tin-whistle punk could have come from The Pogues’ first album, if Shane MacGowan was a nightclub bouncer with a season ticket to the Red Sox, and Mick Jones Nicked My Pudding (‘Oi! Mick Jones. Leave my pudding alone!’) is hands-down the funniest song you’ll ever hear about an ageing punk icon pilfering someone else’s dessert. 

The Dropkicks are no spring chickens themselves, and they revel in the role of middle-aged curmudgeons shouting at clouds: HBDMF is a gleefully unreasonable take-down of anyone who has the temerity to celebrate a birthday. 

Like the rest of the album, it’s the sound of a piss-up waiting for a brewery to reopen.

Dave Everley has been writing about and occasionally humming along to music since the early 90s. During that time, he has been Deputy Editor on Kerrang! and Classic Rock, Associate Editor on Q magazine and staff writer/tea boy on Raw, not necessarily in that order. He has written for Metal Hammer, Louder, Prog, the Observer, Select, Mojo, the Evening Standard and the totally legendary Ultrakill. He is still waiting for Billy Gibbons to send him a bottle of hot sauce he was promised several years ago.