Folk music is winning. The streets of England once more smoulder with the dirge of shanties and the lilt of solemn aires. Is there now a single corner of a booze ridden festival where the quiet insurrection of ceilidh is not in swing? From puritanism to commercialism, wicked forces have tried in vain to shackle this tradition, yet it will not be tamed! Running in this tradition, Fitty Gomash have rolled from session to pub to festival, back to pub and onto wedding, leaving a trail of unruly revelry in their wake.
We sing thus for we sing upon the shoulders of giants.