O'llainnis

All Bush Beggars, Irish Wild Rovers, lads, lassies and scurvy captain’s dogs! Hold your spirits and ales and swing the shillelaghs; O’llainnis are alive-oh!

O’llainnis (Irish Gaelic for ‘the Dutch language’), is a paradox in name and music. Just like the Japanese make a great whiskey in the jar, the Dutch do great drunken lullabies! O’llainnis originated in the Achterhoek area, eastern high point of the Netherlands, where the weather is shitty, and the girls are so pretty. We serve an intriguing salad bowl of Irish and Scottish traditional music, dashed with pop and rock and splashed with a drizzle of your favourite whiskey on a Sunday.

The idea, as simple as it is brilliant, was born over a pint of Grolsch, in the smouldering aftermaths of one fateful Music Show Scotland. Here, some idiot enthusiasts forged a fellowship in celebration of the beloved reels and jigs that we know and cherish today. The Irish Pub Song as an art form inspired our gathering, to show you all around the rocky road to Dublin and the hills of Connemara. Lovingly and craftily composed, with a bouquet of flavours ranging from The Corrs to The Corries, from The Dubliners to The Pogues, O’llainnis brew with all the right ingredients to a great party!

O’LLAINNIS ARE:
Anke: Thy worthy whistler and rad singer
Chris: Plucking burler, mandolin hurler, terrible tale teller
Jelle: Ruler of the bottom end (twss), crier of the Celts
Robin: Guitar wizard & party animal
Robin: Batterer of drums + bass player