If there are two things we could all use right now, it’s a tall beer and a turbulent mosh pit. Both go hand in hand with the Celtic punk cataclysm of the Dropkick Murphys, so it’s a damn great sight to see them back and more boisterous than ever with their monolithic tenth album, Turn Up That Dial.
It’s a markedly more cheerful effort from the Norfolk County sextet, for three distinct and calculated reasons: firstly, the band felt as though their last full-length, 2017’s , was far too dismal – they needed to level out the field with some speaker-throttling party tunes; secondly, we’ve all just slogged through 18 months of a global pandemic – goddammit, we’ve earned that party; and thirdly, partying.
