Just the other week, I wrote a review for the video release, of the lead track, ‘existence is futile‘, from this latest EP by Tuath.
What I particularly love about Tuath, is that you literally don’t know what they’re going to come up with next. Their’s is not the predictable, regurgitation by numbers, of easy-street. Their’s is the, to be applauded, path far less travelled. A path littered with obstacles, hairpin bends, steep inclines and precipitous drop-offs, a path refreshingly devoid of pretentiousness.
Tuath, those psychedelic purveyors of, “Free sunshine acid, new love and terror cult, magic moogle’s vintage psycho arrangement”, return with a valorous video visitation, a verdant vestige of viscous verbiage, if you will…
photo by Ciaran Mc Ginley
Tuath are a Donegalway powerhouse, “an Irish language, psychedelic, progressive, post punk/rock, shoegazey band, founded by Donegal man Robert Mulhern”.
I had the absolute pleasure of making Robert’s acquaintance, at the recent ‘Distorted Perspectives‘ Festival in Letterkenny – an event to be applauded in promoting it’s uniquely peripheral status, set against a staid and predictable, Dublin-centric mainstream.
Collaborator and co-conspirator Ashley Mobasser on “saximaphone”, compliments Robert’s guitar, vocals, production, and studio duties, the slack being taken up live, by a veritable rogues gallery of a supporting cast.