West End Centre, Aldershot.
Having been cast out, blacklisted, rejected and ejected from gentlemen’s clubs far and wide, five dejected cast-asides joined forces in what was to be their own celebration of commonality.
The Eskies are purveyors of music that meanders from sea-soaked waltz to Italian tarantella; from brassy funeral-march lament to klezmer knees up; from chain-gang holler to rag-time finger snap. Skipping through the dark side of anything that makes you want to dance, their music is steeped in melodrama and tongue-in-cheek.
“Think Gogol Bordello if they’d stumbled, naked and raving, out of the Dublin mountains rather than Eastern Europe.” Hot Press