Words by Farren McDonald (Rural Savage/ Gay Dads On Acid)


These are the five best songs ever written and recorded in the West of Ireland. If you or anyone disagrees you are unfortunately wrong. It took me a long time to think about this list, it probably isn’t objective but these are the songs that mean the most to me from this part of the world.

1. Oh Boland – Mouthpiece

I like this song so much it makes me feel mildly ill that I’m good friends with Niall. It’s like trying to act cool after Francis Black just wrote “Where is my mind” while you weren’t looking. It’s the space, the sound of the drums, the bass, the kick in, the perfect harmonica, the vocal melody which surely could have only have been invented while hungover as fuck. This is almost as good a choon as Shaggy’s late period semi-hit “Angel.” The only reason I’m still friends with these clowns is that when they headline Reading I want to be put down as “crew”, i.e mates we know too long to say no to.

2. The Saw Doctors – I Used to Love Her

Every single sound and moment in this just screams the Wesht to me. The whole attitude of it. Smart alecy but also classic songwriting. As soon as it kicks in I can see shite walls, sheds, town festivals. Great song. With N17, probably the two ultimate Galway tunes. It still pales in comparison to the ultimate Galway song, Shaggy’s “Angel”.

3. So Cow – Girl Racer

For some reason So Cow (The artist formerly known as Big Lad) has decided to never make a video for this. A song so melodic and joyous it makes The Ronettes sound like a bunch of dogs vomiting into a bin. We can only assume it’s part of the career genocide this man has attempted to wage on himself. May god have mercy on his soul.

Much as I love this song it pales in comparison to Shaggy’s “Angel” which peaked at number 5 in the Belgian Flanders chart but floundered at 27 in the Belgian Wellonia chart. Like, what is all that about?

4. The Waterboys – Fisherman’s Blues

I’m not sure that any of the members of this band are from the West. The fiddle player is Irish but I dunno where from. Regardless, to anyone that came of age in the Galway scene in the eighties The Waterboys were a huge part of it. They recorded this album in Spiddal I think. The sounds just instantly conjure up the rough coast. It also makes me think of my parents and their generation and when I hear this I can almost see it. Good and all as it is, a little know ragga pop artist by the name of Shaggy once recorded a song called “Angel” that I think says as much about Galway as I ever will. At one point in the song Shaggy says

“Shooby doo dooby doo boi oi
Yeah, ah Shooby doo dooby doo boi oi Yeah, ah ”

That’s just always resonated with me.

5. Special Guests – Niamhie

I’m not sure who wrote this song, I think it was El Hodad? But every time I’ve heard it Otis was also on board. This song reminds me of a really special time in my life when a lot of new people took me on board and treated me well. Beyond that it’s just a really good song. Of course, it’s no “Angel” by Shaggy. Which at one point topped the charts in Germany, Switzerland and Austria at the same time. A feat previously only achieved by Hitler with his Mega-hit “Mr Boombastic, semi-facistic”.

2 thoughts on “Solid Gold Jams w/ Farren McDonald (Rural Savage/ Gay Dads On Acid)

  1. I’m commander Sgt. Rob Tan – stationed in Pitt Meadows, BC.
    I don’t have a small penis. It is average for my mixed Germanic and Indonesian breed.
    When I used to be straight (before I started steroids and became a cop), I made lots of girls cum with my ‘tiny dick’.
    Now that I’m older and much more handsome and physically fit and well built and gay, I don’t worry about the small dick thing too much because most men don’t like the feeling of discomfort from being too full.
    I’m queer.
    I’m here.
    Let me arrest you so that we can rendezvous in my secret cell.
    You can see me online on any youtube vids by BCNEWSVIDEO – filmed by our cinematographer Norm Torp. Ex: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMv_9Qf0I0I

    I’m the handsome bald guy who is obviously in charge.
    Excuse the bad acting as I’m not Hollywood trained (check out my glares at the camera – as if I’m pissed off at being recorded, LOL!)

    Cum and break the law in my territory, and chances are you will be sprayed, but not by pepper, if you know what I mean.

  2. Ahhhh…the RCMP aren’t the only ones who can spin yarn it seems. I’ve a feeling they will find their own rumor mill medicine quite bitter.

    No experience with it myself, but I’ve heard stories about this Prime Database system they have, wherein any cop (no matter what rank, how corrupt, how psychopathic) can install whatever lie he/she/it wants to.

    For example: Let’s say that I’m a cop (a Mountie) and some ne’re do well inadvertently threw a wrench in the political and business finaglings of me and my partners. I’m nearing retirement and have been in my town most of my life (most cops rarely get to settle down in a town until they achieve the rank of Sgt. which may not ever happen for a lot of them as if you’re not a member of the Good Old Boy club, you’re essentially an outcast). I’m not a pillar of my community, not openly anyway. I keep a low key approach and help my business partners out with ‘favors’ when necessary to ensure our power, position, and revenue keeps on track. Too old to be an enforcer now, I rely on a much more satisfying and effective means of roughing up societal scum (and you’re ALL scum, as far as I’m concerned): My poison pen.

    So some jackass punk comes along and has the audacity to question why we randomly made an example of him (let’s choose 1990 for example, and that we wrongfully charged him for theft as an excuse to go onto his property to cause damage, and to go inside his home to ransack the place and create a sense of violation, even pulling the bed sheets off and filling the mattress with crumbled crackers and chips and whatever we find in the kitchen, or pissing all over the toilet and wall and generally making a very big mess as a calling card message).

    Yep, this nitwit is acquitted in court (as expected, but are purpose was revenge via harassment), and then 5 years down the road sticks his nose in when one of our business partners runs for mayor.

    This is when I get pissed off.
    You better respect my authority, boy. You had better show respect and know your place on this planet.

    So I install lies about this criminal on our database. I compose documents of serious crimes (most with a sawed off shotgun as a pattern needs to be established) and circulate them through the system. When this nitwit finally catches on and applies to the Freedom of Information and Privacy Act for copies of my damning documents, I take my sweet time responding (ignoring the time limit) and then I literally black out every single word except my John Henry. LOL!

    Then eventually we develop PRIME, the national and international database. This is a dream come true.

    On the PRIME database, I can quickly and conveniently install any lie or innuendo I want to about this or any other bothersome gnat. Not only is it now FACT by the mere virtue of it being installed by a trusted, noble member, it is now available to every cop across Canada, Interpol, and EU agencies.

    This is far more nasty than any school girl rumor mill or gossip machine. School girls grow up and move on, and the lies rarely stick to the target or victim. With PRIME, a target is targeted for LIFE. Until the day our Zersetzung drives them to suicide.

    I can do this to whomever I choose, and can be confident and consoled that even on my own deathbed, my handiwork will continue on long after I’m gone, because the information is always retained, always passed down to the next generation of gung ho rookies who are eager to make their first kill and make their way up the promotion ladder.

    Our PRIME database is the most dangerous, nasty weapon we have in our stockpiled paramilitary arsenal. Believe it.

    With this one weapon, any one of us can destroy the life (or abruptly end it) of anyone we choose, and there are NO repercussions. Ever. No one can be charged for what is installed on PRIME.

    Being the vengeful psychopaths we are (so the rumors go), we can harm you in a number of ways. Even if you move abroad, we can harass you there. Let’s say you are of Irish ancestry and moved back from Canada. Even if I personally can’t access you, and even if our affiliates are within jurisdiction or immediate proximity, I can merely access PRIME and install lies about your family.

    Your partner will be targeted.
    Then the parents and siblings of your spouse/partner.
    Then the kids. Your own kids. Their friends. Your neighbors. Your workplace.

    We can and will draw in and target EVERYONE who has impact in your life.
    You can NEVER escape once you are targeted on our database of lies.
    You will lose EVERYTHING.

    PRIME is the ultimate Zersetzung machine.
    It’s the metaphorical equivalent of deciphering code on paper vs the Enigma.

    While we may start the harassment for no sensible reason at all, if you fight back you will get it even worse. Once you’ve been targeted you had best lick your wounds and take your lumps. You retaliate in the slightest (like the nitwit did in 1995 when my partner was running for mayor – and lost because of this nitwit’s smear campaign), and you are a marked man.

    If we cant get to you directly through PRIME, then we will target all those important to you or influential in your life (no matter where you are).

    Being German, I am essentially in charge of this Zersetzung/Stasi mechanism in my city, having being chosen to head it because of my service to the Stasi and my father’s service before it. It was my input that promulgated the construction of PRIME. I am to be thanked for this.

    We can and will target you, whether directly or indirectly.
    You cannot escape us.
    There will never be peace or freedom for you.
    It will follow you till your suicide, and then depending on our moods, we may leave it there or continue on with your children and family members. We will label you ‘terrorists’, and ‘persons of interest’ or merely accuse you of serious crimes with absolutely no merit to them. You don’t even have to be charged (though you likely will be, even though we don’t care if it succeeds in court or not). All we have to do is access PRIME and you are finished.

    Whenever and wherever you are stopped by police (for any reason at all, usually being at the wrong place at the wrong time), your name will be run and the officer will then read all the lies about you, of your hatred for RCMP and authority, how you are violent, armed and dangerous, how you are a queer, or a pedophile, or a rapist, or a thug, or a drug dealer. You will be labelled with every conceivable crime and innuendo under the sun.

    And it will all stick, because we say it will.

    But you can trust us, because we are the RCMP.
    We have no ties or links whatsoever to certain societal engineering projects around the world, and are not in contract with European Union agencies. Honest Injun.
    You can trust us, because we are the RCMP.

    You can trust us because we are the RCMP.
    You can trust us because we are the RCMP.
    You can trust us because we are the RCMP.

    We are your friends.
    We are your friends.
    We are your friends.


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