- It always fires me up a little to listen to thumping uinon anthems, tales of working men's woe and firey calls to revolution. Flogging Molly's latest opus is especially full of those folk-punk standards and it might seem like they're laying it on a bit thick until you remember they've just moved to Detroit, the very heart of the industrial downturn and American recession. Gotta please the crowds, I'm sure. I'm not so sure if the move has necessarily lifted the Mollys to greater musical heights. That'd be quite a feat though, 2008's Float was just about my favourite record that year with it's boundless energy and perfect balancing of punk, pop and just great song-writing. Unlike the Dropkick Murphys whose last record moved further into pop and was the weaker for it, Flogging Molly for whom it was a real danger have produced a record that does all the things a folk-punk record should; does them well, too, and if it's not as brilliant as I know they can be, well there's still plenty to drink, dance, fire-up and fall over drunkenly to. Up the Mollys.