Scuttered the Bruce plays good old-fashioned, hell-raising pub songs in the mode of the greatest pub singers in recent memory such as The Dubliners and The Clancy Brothers, but with all the piss and vinegar of groups like the Pogues or Flogging Molly. 

     With unrelenting energy and reckless good cheer, Scuttered the Bruce is deadly serious about producing a good time for all, and if our enthusiasm doesn't infect you like some contagious form of drunkenness and get you snorting, stomping, and singing along, then you ought to check with your doctor to be sure you're not dead. 

     Scuttered the Bruce's repertoire includes old favorites like "Black Velvet Band". “The Irish Rover” and "Finnegan's Wake" alongside gleefully debauched and punkish fare such as "Streams of Whiskey" and "If I Should Fall from Grace With God" , topped off with an extra helping of bawdy originals like "Burning for Mary” and "Johnny’s Missus". 

     Scuttered the Bruce is a voice and string-centered band. Irish Americans playing Irish songs with an American accent. Vocals alternate between the bewitching, bewildering tones of Liz Davis and Tim Freeman, who's performance ranges from tender Clancy-like croons to the ranting of Shane McGowan, thus enabling Scuttered the Bruce to cover the full range of Irish canon from the boisterous to the sorrowful. Meanwhile, soaring high above the carnage, the intoxicating intonations of Julia Seltzer's fiddle attempts to lift us all above the beer sticky stages of the Bruce. Alas, let's not forget the chaos that is Mark Solters, Is it a whistle? Accordion? Perhaps the uilleann pipes? Who knows… A mystery even to the Bruce. Finally, the boys in the engine room keep us chugging along as Todd Osman drives the booming rhythm on Guitar while Brian Laplant maintains the scuttered “low down” with stand up and electric bass. 

     Yes friends, there you have the perfect combination, perfectly attuned to provide the raucous high spirts demanded by stages everywhere. All courtesy of your pals, Scuttered the Bruce. So sing up you bastards! 

MacIntyre!!!