Albannach

Albannach

 Glasgow, Scotland, GBR
BandWorldCeltic

Gut grabbing from the go. No time for thought.
No time but to get caught up in the beat, the
intensity, the passion. Where are the fiddles and
guitars ? Penny whistles and the mandolins ?
Who cares ? This isn’t your grandfather’s Celtic
beat !

Biography

The crowds swell and sway, leap into the air,
shout approval, many are transfixed and are taken
centuries back and are a part of some long ago
battle, in some far away Scottish Glen. As the
drums are beat, the pipes are screaming, the feet
crash on the stage, all of Albannach is moving
faster and faster, arms flying, sweat pouring and
the blood in the audience’ veins races.

Albannach is Scots-Gaelic for "Scottish" or "Scotsman". That's exactly what we are. Albannach are all born and bred in Scotland and our purpose in life is to share our intriguing culture, history and heritage with you by means of our music.

Albannach are not just another Scottish 'Pipes & Drums' band, indeed we bring a new and exciting form of music to your living room. A championship winning piper, an extremely talented main drummer, bass drummers and bodhran musician bring you a brand new approach to percussion and Celtic music.

Our style of music is exciting, energetic and enchanting and we promise to leave you begging for more.

Albannach's style has been described as “Celtic battle music... "It's a ferocious, primal thing of beauty, the sound of ancient ancestors being summoned up from rich earth to tell tales of battles and victories and celebrations around fires so big the darkness of a Scottish night was pushed back beyond the nearby hills.” (Steve Wildsmith, The Daily Times, TN).

Lyrics

Scotland is Her Name

Written By: Albannach Music

You wrapped her up in iron chains
You thought you'd tied her up
You placed a ball around her feet
Thought you'd tame her like a pup
Your winter winds so dry, aye
You stripped her back so bare
And then u looked her in the eye
And said "it's only fair"

Now is it any wonder why
We treat you like we do
You strut about your mansions like
You didnae have a clue

But you know who your are, Aye
And you know what you've done
So don't act so innocent
When we rise and end your fun

What will you do when the drought comes forth
And you cannae bleed the north
What will you do when your lakes dry up
Will you turn and beg your pup

What will you do when your houses freeze
With nay oil in your seas
Aye will you turn in blind ignorance
And beg forgiveness please

So maybe now you realise
Just how you treated her
Cause now she's mighty and she's strong
It's too late to right your wrongs

But maybe in the future, Aye
She'll free you from your shame
And then you'll look in awe of her
Aye, Scotland is her name

Cause then you'll look in awe of her
Aye, Scotland is her name.

Valhallas Feast

Written By: Albannach Music

My love is gone, my love has left me
Ravens circle where he lies upon the plain.
Wolves triumph and howl, with the Valkyries
Search for heroes for Valhalla’s endless feast.

The hills and vales , they hold no joy for me now
Only memories too painful to endure.
Oh my love, if this one shape I could only take
Then I would search for you, and find you once again.

Brave upon the field, shoulder to shoulder
With your chieftain bold, you held the banner high.
Arrows thick and fierce, obscure the sunlight
Pierced your gallant breast, now with your lord you lie.

The hills and vales, they hold no joy for me now
Only memories too painful to endure.
Oh my love, if this one shape I could only take
Then I would search for you, and find you once again.

Now I haunt the hills, my heart is broken
I see your smiling face, in every hill and glen.
I search the clouds and sky, I strain to hear your voice
Blowing from Valhalla, whose sacred halls you guard.

The hills and vales, they hold no joy for me now
Only memories too painful to endure.
Oh my love, if this one shape I could only take
Then I would search for you, and find you once again.

The Uprising

Written By: Albannach Music

(spoken)

I wonder what you felt inside, as they dragged you through foreign streets
The townsfolk spat venom at you, as churchmen took their seats
And did you think of your Motherland, as you stood there centre stage
Or did you feel suppression, Dear Sir, like an animal in a cage ?

I wonder what you felt inside, as they hung you by your throat
Through tear-welled eyes you looked out, as the crowd began to gloat.
And when they cut you down, so that your body slammed the ground
Did you pray to God for strength, Dear Sir, to fight another round ?

I wonder what you felt inside, when you burned with ropes pulled tight
Did you see the glee upon their faces, as they watched you lose the fight ?
And when every inch of your body cried out, with a burning, searing pain,
Did it ever cross your mind, Dear Sir, “was it all in vain” ?

I wonder what you felt inside, when you met the butcher’s blade
Did you see their blank expressions, as they watched your life-force fade ?
Or did your soul break free from the pain and the hurt, to a pine covered glen
And will you ever know, Dear Sir, what a hero you became ?

Aye, will you ever know, Dear Sir, what a hero you became ?

(shouted)

Don’t fear their cannons or their muskets !
Charge with me !
We fight for what we love, we fight for our country !
Scotsmen, charge, for Scotland !

Claymores

Written By: Albannach Music

On a dark and fateful morning, they rode into our town,
They burned down all our houses with permission from the crown.
Slaughtered all our cattle, took away our women...
They killed all our young men before they could give battle

So hold your claymores, hold them high...
To break our will you can try...
But we will fight you till the end...
Our will unbroken you cannot bend !

We grew up ever fearful, that they might come back,
Those government dragoons on their horses of black.
But we have grown strong now and are ready to fight...
Stand up against those butchers and put them to flight.

So hold your claymores, hold them high...
To break our will you can try...
But we will fight you till the end...
Our will unbroken you cannot bend !

The Cameron of Locheil, led the clans that day,
Before the bloody battle he shouted make them pay.
We charged with dirk and claymore... fuelled by our hate...
To see the fear on their faces as they realised their fate...

So hold your claymores, hold them high...
To break our will you can try...
But we will fight you till the end...
Our will unbroken you cannot bend !

As we sit around this fire, and think on the past...
And how we stood against them down to the last.
Think on friends and kinsmen, that we left behind...
And on Scotland's glory that we fought to find.

So hold your claymores, hold them high...
To break our will you can try...
But we will fight you till the end...
Our will unbroken you cannot bend !

So hold your claymores, hold them high...
To break our will you can try...
But we will fight you till the end...
Our will unbroken you cannot bend !

So hold your claymores, hold them high...
To break our will you can try...
But we will fight you till the end !

Ancestors

Written By: Albannach Music

Hear my voice blowing on the breeze,
Know your fate know your history,
As I am now you one day will be,
Face your past then face your destiny,
Mmhh mhh mhh

Now you may live a different place,
Brought up and lived a different way,
But if you have our blood in your veins,
Then you will know us, know home, know who you are.
Mmhh mhh mhh

Now here you are, standing next to me,
Come take my hand, and walk with me,
If you could feel the peace in our hills and glens,
You would know in swear with all begin
and you would know who I really am.

Discography

Albannach (2006)
Eye Of The Storm (2007)
The Mighty Nach LIVE (2008)
The SubZero Sessions EP (2010)
Bareknuckle Pipes & Drums (2011)

Albannach', our self-titled debut album, has been a huge success and has sold many thousands of copies worldwide... it was voted Album Of The Year in the 2006 Celtic Radio Music Awards - track 5 'Albacadabra' won the bagpipes category of the awards, and Albannach were also voted Artist Of The Year !

From 'Eye Of The Storm', track 3 'Auld Nick's A Piper' won the bagpipes category of the 2007 Celtic Radio Music Awards. Most recently, from 'The SubZero Sessions (EP), 'Bare Arsed bandits' won the 'Celtic Rock' category, and 'Heart in the Holy Lands' won the Bagpipes category of the 2010 Celtic Radio Music Awards.

Set List

In Bed With Quinsy
Burlin'
Tweedle Dee Tweedle Dum
Ancestors
Rampant's Revenge
Heart in the Holy Lands
The Gael
Hooligans Holiday
Hornpipes

Sets are 30-45 minutes of unbridled frenzy, flying
sweat, and instrument fragments. We can't play for longer at one time without someone falling over from exhaustion !