Having been cast out, blacklisted, rejected and ejected from gentlemen’s clubs far and wide, five dejected cast asides joined forces in their own celebration of commonality.
Purveyors of music that meanders from sea soaked waltz to Italian tarantella, from Brassy funeral march-esque lament to weep along Klezmar knees up, from chain gang holler to rag time finger snap. Skipping through the dark side of anything that makes you want to dance, steeped in melodrama and usually with not a small amount of tongue in cheek.
The Eskies have brought this unique brand of folk noir/gypsy jazz/sea shanty and swaggering stage spectacle to ballrooms and booze houses the length and breadth of the country. Sullying soirees and lowering inhibitions of get togethers and social occasions wherever they have ventured. ‘‘The Eskies are a band that we seem to keep finding ourselves turning to for The Salty Dog Stage at Electric Picnic. They have the ability to take an indifferent half-listener and turn him or her into a frenzied, hopelessly unselfconscious dervish inside of a short set. They perform intelligent, beautifully crafted foot-stompers with cackling humour and delicious guitarmanship. They emerge from the fog of dry ice and the fallen masts and sails of the shipwreck looking for all the world like the crew that clung the boat in the storm, and the music they deliver feels like it was written for that particular stage, on that night, for that audience. Few bands achieve that in a lifetime.’’