From right to left The Publicans are:
Peeg vocals mandolin, Lindsay Gee whistle vocals, Craig Palmer guitar vocals spoons,
Vania Vitillo vocals guitar bass, Jon Bull piano, Stew Black bass vocals, Simon Lambert drums vocals
In order of joining - Sometimes there’s more of us, sometimes less.
Mandolin & vocals.
Extremely fond of Stowford Press.
Keyboard savant claims vocals are above his pay grade
Loves a pint of London Pride
Guitar, banjo, spoons & vocals
Rather partial to a Jack Daniels or 10
Dums & vocals
Known to comsume Guinness.
Vocals and occasional guitar.
Likes a cup of tea.
Bass & vocals
Coffee and codeine
Pipes & vocals
House merlot in a sleever
A brewery and a bar run by brilliant people, ‘nuff said.
Session on from 3.00pm
27 Curtis Industrial Estate, North Hinksey Lane, Oxford OX2 0LX
Family fun day with the sweary, drunken hoard that is The Publicans
Session on from 2.00pm
Love this pub, its awesome landlord and its splendid punters!
Session on from 9.30pm
Flan O'Briens, 21 Westgate St, Bath BA1 1EP
14 Legged Beast that Aught to Know Better.
What started out with a song lamenting the closing of our favourite pub somehow grew into a lively heap of true and untrue stories about life, love, drink and the inappropriate use of dairy squirty cream. Our style is mix of Irish folk and English indie, played with reckless enthusiasm and good humor.
As a great man once said ‘There’s nothing to be gained by a wet thing called a tear.'
Not all our songs are happy but there’s no harm seeking light in the darkness.
The Publicans bring the craic to this monster one day fest in Somerset's golden north.
Session on from 4.30pm
Paulton Rovers football ground, Winterfield Rd, BS39 7RF Paulton
Here’s a few songs from the set
There’s more drunken nonsense on our Bandcamp page.
I’ll point two fingers to the sky,
you can kiss my arse goodbye
Stowford Press. When you absolutely, positively got to get completely pissed, accept no substitutes.
Concerns the adventures of the 27 legged beast in the capital of Éire
Guinness with a Jameson chaser, repeat.
The best pub ever,
where even Death would not set foot.
Peeg recommends Thatchers Gold or a skin full of Thatchers Katy if you really fancy a Wunderbar NDE!
The battle of the pay cheque,
as It was in 1981
15 pints of Hofmeister followed by a scrap in the Jack o’ Lent (for that full 80’s retro feeling)