Quiet Barricade from Marching Breath by Draoi

This track builds a fortress not of stone, but of resolve. The bodhrán, usually a driving force, here becomes a steady, quiet thrum, an internal pulse that grounds rather than propels, painting an aural landscape of calm defiance. Over this, a clean Telecaster lays down arpeggios that shimmer with a barely-there tension, reflecting nervous energy easing into a fragile, determined steadiness. The tin whistle and mandolin, usually battling the noise, now whisper like shared secrets across a sleeping city. It's an exploration of deeper resilience found not in the clamor of a pub but behind closed eyes, marking a potent artist's growth for Draoi beyond the usual call to arms. The simple, profound lyric, "Rest is a rally I can keep," reframes rebellion, turning stillness into a form of active resistance. The mantra, "Hold the line, close your eyes, we march when we breathe," isn't a roar but a solemn oath, barely audible, yet vibrating with the communal strength of many quiet souls finding their clan within themselves. It’s a compelling statement that a true uprising can begin with a breath, transforming old anxieties into a unified, inner murmur stronger than any shouted demand.

We've been raising hell across Ireland since our first gig ended in a bar fight and three broken strings. Our songs? Pure gutters-to-glory stuff—rebellion, heartbreak, and whiskey-soaked nights that blur into dawn. Punk spirit meets ancient melodies, delivered with spit and fire. Pure madness live.