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The Dirty Mugs / Press

“Deep in the woodlands of Eastern Oklahoma, a fire has been smouldering for some time now. The five-piece known as The Dirty Mugs picked up guitars, drums and accordion, and struck the match. “Hardaccordion Wonder Punk” was born, and for the past ten years the boys from the backwoods have been fanning the flames in preparation for this release. So, the sceptic in me wants to simply file this under “folk-punk” and be done with it, but that is doing these guys a bit of an injustice. Sure, the accordion and strummed acoustic six-strings make you think these boys are headed down the path towards Flogging Molly territory, and as a matter of fact the vocals remind me of Kenny from Dropkick Murphys at times. Overall though this has far more of a rootsy feel than your typical folk punk does, and the Mugs manage to create an original sound too – in particular when the guitars introduce a Western twang here and there. This is a quality release all-round, with stylish artwork, a high l”

“Oklahoma, das sei der Bundesstaat in den US und A, wo angeblich die richtigen Cowboys leben sollen. Denn so wurde es dem Rezensenten zugetragen, von Texanern, also von Leuten aus dem Bundesstaat, wo man sie ja eigentlich vermuten würde, die richtigen Cowboys. Im Osten dieses beschaulichen Oklahomas hat es sich zugetragen, die Gründung der Band der dreckigen Krüge, der Dirty Mugs. Über zehn Jahre hat man einiges an Material zusammengetragen und sich seinen eigenen Sound angeeignet, der irgendwie gar nicht in das Bild von Cowboys passen möchte. Man könnte es so beschreiben: Captain Jack Sparrow ist mit seiner Pearl durch die Zeit und mit seiner Crew in das Jetzt gereist und hat dort, in Oklahoma, seinen Anker in den Dreck geschmissen. Dort trifft er auf Johnny Cash, ein paar Blues- und Punkrocker und eh man es sich versieht, werden die wildesten Partys geschmissen und Lieder geschmettert, noch und nöcher. Fünf junge Männer umfasst diese Crew, die dazu bereit ist, mit all ihren..”

“This was first time seeing the The Dirty Mugs also. They were not "dirty", but well groomed, and had vests on ,slacks and hardsoled shoes on, AND gypsy like ladies with tambourines on each end of the stage. They have an early century, rustic, traveling band look to them I thought. Their sound was like Irish folk/pub style with a healthy dose of modern american songwriting. Though the delivery was different,This was foot stomping, screaming, fist pumping, accordion cranking, punk music! You had a feeling you were watching a celebration of comrades and family, each song deliverd with heart and vitality! Don't let their vagabond persona fool you, They will have you jumping ,stomping and raging, hardcore very early in their set! ”

“We watched these guys from Tulsa rip through a killer set. It's kind of a long story about how we actually ended up here to see them play, but maybe we'll save that for another day. I will tell you this, though...it was a bit serendipidous that this band and Luciano would be in the same room together. You see, Luciano plays in this other small-time punk rock band called THE CRETINS, and they just happened to open up for RANCID last Monday night at the Myth in Maplewood. It just so happens that the Dirty Mugs ALSO opened for RANCID on June 29th in their hometown of Tulsa...small world, eh? So what can be expected if you ever have the chance to see these guys play in your town? Raucous punk-rock. I mean punk in the spirit of old Johnny Cash singing about killing a man and leaving him dead, punk in the sense that they've got the balls to cover a song by Minor Threat, and all this they do so very well. Thanks for treating us to a great set, guys, it's MUCH APPRECIATED.”