Los Langeros have moved swiftly on from the pinnacle of post-wank/shitty rockdom to a throne at the epicentre of the burgeoning and blossoming countrified trash / pyschotic reggae music scene.

Over the last year we have taken our finely honed melange of guitars, mandolin, rubbish bins and maniacal shout-along snippets of life in the langero lane to all sorts of ridiculous and far-flung places.

From the seedy underbelly of Cork's Mc Curtain Street to the tree-lined boulevards of Drumshambo. From the rugged and almost inaccessible Rathlin Island Jigs and Rigs festival to the frenzied fervour of Wexfords Fallout Festival, we've been winning hearts and pints all over the gaff.