I'm thrilled every time you release an acoustic version of your songs!

One of these cameras is my expensive Sony FX3 and the other is my iPhone. Can anyone guess which one is which?

Oi!&Glückauf!

🍺💪🏽😎

Looking forward to the new album

A testament that its difficult for citizens to beat the city. Oddly enough all the money they use to fight us comes from us.

Howdy from southern Wisconsin with a windchill -25

I heard this song on Pandora a few hours ago! Great job, lads!

Beautiful Song!

A Great Song!!! 🤘

Fire 🔥🔥🔥

❤️⚜️⚜️❤️😱

love it 😮❤

This is Florida right now 1/23/2025 for really real though Snow in Pensacola and Tallahassee freezing temps and we never knew cold like this !!!!!!!

Here in Russia every winter day is "cold like this"🎉

..Dave Tilleys pastawy my children's farther ...IV never none cold like this ..may his soul find warmth as he soul is good soul ...there's been big tears ..and big hugs ...new world between body's in fleash lightbeings in spirit form rushing between the souls who cared

Greetings from Florida. This is our theme song right now

lol pretty chill 👍

Excelente. Saludos desde Argentina !!!😊❤

Cool❤

the collaboration is just perfect❤

I can't wait to get the album and listen to it. I have a feeling it’s going to be terrible!

I'm gonna be mean and say: "35 men lost to a squall" could be easily misheard as "35 men lost to a SQUIRREL" and I just find the image funny! That'd be one mean squirrel... or a pathetic group of men! 😄 But I'm digging this one quite well!

Had a nice -2 CT morning today, nice to hear I’m not the only one freezing my nuts off🤣

Definitely how I feel in Florida right now. Keep doing what you’re doing! 🤘🏻😎

Saw them open for Dropkick Murphy’s at Mohegan Sun. Great underrated band!!

Rumjacks rock. I play them at every party I go to.

Just casually stumbled onto the greatest thing on KZbin…

From Italy, we are waiting ❤

Ayyyyeeeee Boston Harbor in the Ken Casey shots I love my city and my Dropkick boys!!🍀

Heard The Rumjacks on a Celtic Punk station and then came across Mike's KZbin. Dug deeper into the band's music. Having lost 2 friends on the same day recently, this song hits me like the Dropkick Murphy's Wish You Were Here. Hopefully The Rumjacks tour the states soon, would love to see them live.

Bring it on

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Super melodia i tekst!!! Nie biorą jeńców

Alguien puede poner la letra en español?

As a Finn i feel this song.

Holy shit

🌬️

Can't wait to hear this and hopefully see you on tour again

good luck :D <3

Cremation of Sam McGee comes to mind...

Too excited to listen the new album!!!!!!Please....people dont try to analyze all, simply relax enjoy the music and be grateful

🇲🇽Desde México apoyándolos 🙋🏻‍♂️😎

En la ciudad de los olmos donde fumábamos en los puestos En nuestra adolescencia rebelde destrozábamos los pasillos Ella me miró a través de la habitación, con un guiño y una inclinación de la capucha Esperamos el momento y luego salimos disparados al bosque Ella fumó una pipa improvisada y talló su nombre en una piedra En la pared de una vieja casa colonial abandonada Los restos de sus días de vida son nombres en una pared Se habrán ido con las cenizas cuando se desmoronen y caigan Se habrán ido con las cenizas cuando se desmoronen y caigan Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaban Y no puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaban No puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Las puertas siempre llamaban como un tren que cobra vida Sus nombres, no podría decirlos, pero sus rostros sobrevivieron Bebimos las cervezas y cantamos los vítores y desgastamos nuestras voces Acabamos con la botella que ella robó del casa Y como un grupo de vagabundos alrededor de una hoguera encendida Borracho satisfecho y descuidado como una noche de adolescencia Aún recuerdo la habitación en la que ella me alejó Y ahora estoy gritando su nombre en un momento de gris Estoy gritando su nombre en un momento de gris Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron Y no puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron No puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Podrías contar los años en cenizas, podrías contarlos en piedra Nunca detendrás el tiempo con todos los relojes que tienes La quietud en su ataúd con el fantasma de una sonrisa Se congeló por un momento si no solo por un rato Congelado por un momento si no solo por un rato Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron Y no puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron No puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron tocó Y no puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron No puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron Y no puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Y no puedo recordar el ritmo que tocaron No puedo recordar el ritmo de su nombre Está llamando desde una talla en una piedra Juro que la tallaré más profundo cuando me dirija a casa

In the city of the elms where we smoked in the stalls In our rogue adolescence we tore up the halls She caught my eye across the room, with a wink and a tip of the hood We waited for the moment then we shot to the woods She smoked a makeshift pipe and carved her name in a stone In the wall of an abandoned old colonial home The remnants of her living days are names in a wall They'll be gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall Gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name The doors were always knockin' like a train come alive Their names, I couldn't say, but their faces survived We drank the beers and sung the cheers and wore our voices out We polished off the bottle that she stole from the house And like a group of vagrants round a fire alite Contented drunk and careless like a teenage night I still remember the room in which she pulled me away And now I'm callin' out her name in a moment of gray I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name You could count the years in ashes, you could count 'em in stone You'll never stop the time with all the watches you own The stillness in her casket with the ghost of a smile Was frozen for a moment if not only a while Frozen for a moment if not only a while And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name Is callin' out from a carving in a stone I swear I'll carve it deeper when I make my way home

I haven't heard you on years but after seeing you in Brisbane I got your album Sound As A Pound and Im pretty sure thats the only album you had at that time. And what happened to the other vocalist? Sp great to see you still going and Ill be keeping my eyes open for the mext Brizzy Show. Much Love and Respect Lads!!!!

No we didn't, that was clickbait. This album rules. There are strings on a few songs though.

I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but this is going to be a disco album. No more of that Celtic BS.

this is a strange rendition of "Baby It's Cold Outside"

Welcome to Canada eh