YouTube credit: Ill Thraps
FINALLY, SOMEONE WITH access to a guitar, a voice and some recording equipment has laid down a song about Ireland’s upcoming European Championships… Oh, apparently that’s already been done quite a few times.
Well, fear not. Because this one is actually worth listening to. And (under the right circumstances) might even kick-start a a pessimistic sing-along not seen since Michael was taken aboard the prison ship.
For any song to be a success, the listener needs to feel a resonance between the lyrics and themselves, so all that other crap about ‘ah yeah, aren’t we brilliant, aren’t we class’ doesn’t hold much truck for very long when we’re 40 minutes into boring an opponent into submission.
What the (no doubt hastily assembled band) Ill Thraps have managed to do is really put some honesty into the song writing process, asking what the Republic of Ireland really means to them and they came up with:
‘We don’t concede, we don’t create. But holy God, we’re hard to bate.”
So allow to to present, Ill Thraps with, We all get nil together.