Drunken Balordi are the musical equivalent of a particularly messy night out with backpackers in a Walkabout pub.
Drunken Balordi: Drunken Balordi
Please drink irresponsibly.
Hailing from Italy, South Africa, Ireland and New Zealand – and based in London – they throw everything but the kitchen sink at their boozy mix of gypsy punk, folk, dub, Joe Strummer worship and bleary-eyed drinking songs.
With a cacophony of accordions, fiddles and whisky-soaked vocals, tracks like the shambling Italian Nightmare – complete with a doff of the cap to The Clash’s _Guns Of Brixto_n – are what it must sound like inside Shane MacGowan’s head.
There’s nothing pretty about Drunken Balordi – this is a puke stained, beer goggled portrait of bad decisions at 2am, so it’s quite possible that’s the best time to listen to it, sobbing into your kebab while locked out of your flat.