The Band

Mad Dog Mcrea blend a unique mixture of folk rock, pop, gypsy jazz, bluegrass and ‘shake your ass’ music. From self-penned songs of adventure, drinking, love and life, to traditional songs of gypsies, fairies, legless pirates and black flies – Mad Dog never fail to capture their audience with their infectious songs.

Thanks to three storming gigs at Glastonbury 2013 (notably the Avalon Stage), the release of their official video ‘Happy Bus’, regular radio play by esteemed folk such as Mike Harding, and in no small part the utter dedication of their huge fan base – momentum is definitely gathering pace.

In constant demand and having played just about every festival and two-bit, jibe-arsed dive in Christendom Mad Dog Mcrea toured the UK at the end of 2014 on their Longer Road Tour.

The famous purple happy bus is fired up and ready for action, and there’s room for you – jump aboard!
“This is rowdy, heartfelt, room shaking, spirit-stirring music that only the dead can’t enjoy.”

The Mad Dog Mcrea line up:
Michael Mathieson – Guitar & Vocals
Dan Crimp – Whistles & Flute
Jimi Galvin- Bass Dave
Podmore – Bazooki & Banjo
Pete Chart – Drums
Nicki Powell – Fiddle

Mad Dog are acclaimed, not only for their music but for the off stage antics that seems to surround them.

One such story, which has become local folklore in Donegal, Ireland saw the Mad Dogs under the influence of the local moonshine, returning from a festival in the dead of night on their newly refurbished and very plush tour bus. Confused and very lost they decided to park their large bus off-road on a nearby beach. Parking very close to the water’s edge they continued to party inside the bus until the little hours blissfully unaware of the rapidly rising Atlantic tide. The bus began to sink in the sand as the ocean quickly engulfed the inside of the bus. Realising their predicament the band proceeded to vacate the bus and swim to safety. As the bus disappeared under the Atlantic waves the drenched and dazzled band could only look on as their equipment and instruments sunk into the depths of Davy Jones’ locker. All was lost that night except a vague memory of the incident, the hats on their heads and The Music…