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Then there is “The West Coast of Clare.” A modern song written by Moore, it is a devastating ballad of emigration and lost love. The protagonist returns to find his lover gone to America. “The harbor lights were shining bright / But for me they did not care.” Backed by O’Flynn’s weeping pipes, it captures the psychic wound of the Irish diaspora. Planxty understood that the folk song is not a museum piece; it is a living newspaper of the heart. To understand the album’s power, one must credit producer Phil Coulter. A classically trained pianist and pop songwriter (he co-wrote “Puppet on a String” for Eurovision), Coulter was an unlikely match for a raw traditional group. But he committed a revolutionary act: he recorded them in a live, single-room setting at Escape Studios in Kent, with almost no reverb and no overdubs.
Planxty dismantled that model. The lineup was alchemical: Christy Moore’s earthy, yearning vocals; Andy Irvine’s driving, elastic bouzouki (an instrument he almost single-handedly introduced into Irish music); Dónal Lunny’s precise, percussive guitar and bouzouki work; and Liam O’Flynn’s masterful, haunting uilleann pipes and tin whistle. Crucially, no one played the fiddle. This absence forced a new kind of conversation. The pipes became the lead melodic voice—wailing, intimate, and capable of a microtonal sorrow that no fiddle could mimic. Meanwhile, the two bouzoukis and guitar created a churning, rhythmic bed that owed as much to Eastern European and Balkan folk as it did to the jigs of County Clare. -Planxty - Planxty 1973.zip-
But the true shock is the political material. “Arthur McBride” is a furious anti-recruiting song from the Napoleonic era, delivered with a jaunty, almost murderous cheerfulness. Moore and Irvine’s vocal duet turns a tale of conscription into a gleeful fantasy of beating up a British sergeant. In the context of the early Troubles in Northern Ireland (the album was recorded just a year after Bloody Sunday), this was not archival—it was live ammunition. Then there is “The West Coast of Clare
But the deepest legacy is political. Planxty proved that Irishness was not a sentimental cliché. It could be angry, erotic, ironic, and sorrowful. By refusing to bow to the easy charm of the “stage Irishman,” they created a dignified, complex mirror for a nation emerging from the shadow of colonialism and into the violence of the modern era. They made it cool to be Irish, not in a leprechaun way, but in a human way. There is a reason fans call it “the black album.” The cover is stark: a simple black background with the band’s name in white. It is a statement of presence, a refusal to decorate. Inside that black square, however, are all the grey, muddy, brilliant colors of Ireland. Planxty understood that the folk song is not
Planxty is not an album of nostalgia. It is an album of now-ness . Fifty years on, its reels still drive, its ballads still cut deep, and its politics still bristle. To hear it is to understand that the past is not a place to visit—it is a rhythm to inhabit. And with this single, monumental recording, four young men from Dublin and Clare taught the world how to dance to the beat of their own, ancient, future heart.
Then comes “Tabhair Dom Do Lámh” (Give Me Your Hand), a harp tune by the blind 17th-century composer Rory Dall O’Catháin. Arranged as a pipe-and-whistle duet, it is a moment of transcendent, wordless beauty. It signals that Planxty was not anti-tradition; they were pre -tradition, reaching back past the commercialized schlock to the bardic, Gaelic core.