“No man can destroy the road to take you home.” Take a very cool Irish-flavored folk song, fix up the lyrics about a man named Molloy, and spice it all up with a rock feeling and you have a very interesting meal. Molloy’s story covers the last part of the 20th century. “The land is made to roam.” The musicians do not overwhelm with virtuosity. Shoutout for Crusaders – “Onward Christian soldiers marching toward the holy land, you crude-eyed crusaders – there’s blood on your hands.”
McDermotts 2 Hours