
Reeling on the heels of an incredible M for Montreal festival, I wondered how I could ever manage to make it to the Dropkick Murphys show on Sunday night, but immediately upon hearing a Celtic flute, accordion, and a fiddle, the Scottish girl that I am broke into a smile and got her jig on.
The band to blame was the first on the roster, The Mahones. Being the least punk of the three bands...


