Farler's Fury aren't your typical celtic punk band. Think punk rock with bagpipes combined with the lyrics you find deep in the soul of folk. They might be one of the hardest working bands that you need to know about. Since 2003, they've recorded 2 EPs, 2 full-lengths and over 300 shows across Canada, Europe and the Midwestern US.
From start to finish, Farler's Fury's 2nd album Purgatory Quebec, had me dancing out the defeats and throwing away my regrets. The upbeat punk rock tempo glues you to, what feels like, a shared underlying story that unfolds one's experiences of following the fire that constantly rings in the heart. The lead guitar-like bagpipes and mandolin add a nostalgic, folk waltz backdrop to the punk ethos of my youth.
All songs by Farler's Fury except bagpipe melodies in Common Ground, Egos and Icons, and The Queen and The Sea (Traditional)
Design and layout by Farler's Fury
Recorded and Mixed by: Luc Boivin at Studio Red Tube
Mastered at Rodney Mills Masterhouse
Includes unlimited streaming of Purgatory, Quebec [CD]
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To the queen of Durham City, you've been looking much more pretty
Now that you've become someone's wife
It's been long since you've told me "It's like I have known you,
Since the very first years of my life"
Years have come and gone since you and I once met
A friendship and a freedom that we both shall not forget
As I pass you on the street I think of who we both become
How our lives have changed and where we both went wrong
The gods surely must be pissed as the rain it did persist
And the crops slowly dissapeared beneath the waves
A deluge like no other, hold me close my dear mother
For I fear that this one will send us to our graves
Remembering the triumphs and the times we worked so hard
The failures and the winters in which we nearly starved
Thinking of the times this land has kept us out of harm
To think one day we're doing to have to sell this goddamn farm
So I took a trip, left this place for a while
Up the mighty St-Laurence, down to Prince Edward's Isle
Where I stayed with some locals, saw my old friend Brett
I sang songs with young Patrick, a night not soon to forget