The band's got a rare mix of skill, sweat, balls, and brains. At gigs, the band wrings music from the instruments and the dancing crowd ferments it into something like aural sex. They went acoustic, and came halfway back.
Word is that they are just as shattering without the mosh pit.
Minus the wall of sound, you can still hear achingly well crafted tunes and excellent playing. The Oysterband has a social conscience and a sense of place that pegs them as a British band. I spent MayDay dancing up the sun, just blocks away from the Harvard University Living-Wage protesters. New bits about the album and pigs ears, posted to the F-word on 26April. If not, they missed out.