Street freaks, beat creeps, ming merchants, guerrilla trolley D’Oliers; the sweaty things George Carlin warned you not to pet.  The streets are dead; Acid Granny have taken to the airwaves, another astral plane of esoteric meltiness from which to celebrate Ireland and Irishness, music and poetry.

It’s all here and more – the power of Irish milk and dairy, the taste of hot tae and the sound of 7UP before it goes flat, muck and Michael Collins and mad talented hoors from Derry to Ballydehob.  Don’t forget the propaganda: “There’s nothing like fresh Offaly fish.”

Did you think one of the best Irish tracks of the year – certainly the month, if nothing else – would be buried midway through a gonzo radio segment?  Neither did we, but Full Irish Every Day tickled our ears and gut. Acid Granny explain this whole radio thing better than we could ever try…

“We’ve figured out how to siphon craic out of the ether in salty chat rooms. There we melt into a glitchy hive mind and start flappin each other until we fly. That generates just about enough ideas and mental shterling to get us writing and then we bate our little backends into producing it into radio shows.