pete neary

The Wild Murphy’s made me wild alright, with a catastrophic lack of anything resembling anything Irish!. The tubby singer sounded like a market trader who had never heard an Irish song in his life, luckily he was also virtually unintelligible, the only words that anyone recognised were in a weird forced Yankee mix with Geordie accent. The only Irish thing on stage was an empty barrel of Murphy’s stout! Irish band?…. Pogue mo thoin !!!.