Bio

Jiggery folkery, hokery pokery………… Mad Dog Mcrea raise hands, lift feet and start parties wherever they play with their spellbinding recipe of folk, pop, rock, jazz, bluegrass and ‘shake your ass’ music. Whisking up whistles, fiddles and mandolins to collide in a spectacular explosion of infectious fun, they demand you to dance.

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.

Fresh and up for it, the Mad Dogs are touring the UK throughout the whole of November 2013 and tickets are flying. And if you can’t wait that long, you’ll find them in a festival field near you this summer. Check the gig list for details.

Mad Dog Mcrea’s name is firmly established on the live music scene, and they are in huge demand from festivals, live music venues and traffic wardens across the country.

They were named ‘Best Live Act’ at the 2012 South West Music Awards, and in the same awards in 2011 their last album ‘The Whirling Dervish’ scooped ‘Best Album of the Year’. A much-anticipated live studio album is underway, due for release later this year.

The famous purple happy bus is fired up and ready for action, and there’s room for you – jump aboard!

The Mad Dog Mcrea line up:
Michael Mathieson – guitar/vocals
Dan Crimp – whistles & flutes
Graham Anderson – banjo/mandolin
Nicky Powell – fiddle
Jimi Galvin – bass
Pete Chart – drums

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…