Somewhere on the road from folk to mainstream, in between the Pogues' whiskey- and weed-fueled poetry and and Great Big Sea's watery folk-pop, lies the burnt-out hulk of many a "party band."

You know the kind. They are a bunch of blokes that celebrate drinking, partying and being in a band in a frenetic, student-pleasing, beer-soaked frenzy. They are clumsy, lack sublety, swear a bit and have left their sense of deftness and tact at the door.

So, let's keep this short. If you are a fan of that kind of thing, then Captain Tractor's North of the Yellowhead will bring back many happily blurred memories. It just gets on my nerves.