Biography:
The Black Tartan Clan is a new (2008) celtic punk-rock band from Belgium. The music can be described as hard and melodic with celtic influences. The band members are Mac Loud (vocals), Mac Hoze (highland bagpipe), D.Dee (drums), Mac Touche (guitar), Mac Pië (bass). We are all crazy about celtic culture but also about hard, uncomplicated music and we try to combine these influences in our songs. The Black Tartan Clan is not only about the music, it's a way of life. Comparable bands are Dropkick Murphys and The Real McKenzies. Join the Clan!
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
No rules, great scotch:
G# F D# G#
Smelling of green grass, outside the wind blows
As the first rays of sunlight, bath the earth down below
I’m sitting on the high cliffs, as Sean comes to me
Ready for the battle, from Scotland proud to be
A# D# A# D#
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
When gathered by thousands, ‘round the banner of the clan
We all drink some whiskey, and together we sang
No rules, great scotch and go for the clan
We are friends and for friendship we’ll fight till the end
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
This song is so ancient, but tradition remains
And although we’re not Scottish, for friendship we stand
When divided we stand, united we fall
Is the thing to remember, when you order one more
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
G# F D# G#
Smelling of green grass, outside the wind blows
As the first rays of sunlight, bath the earth down below
I’m sitting on the high cliffs, as Sean comes to me
Ready for the battle, from Scotland proud to be
A# D# A# D#
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
When gathered by thousands, ‘round the banner of the clan
We all drink some whiskey, and together we sang
No rules, great scotch and go for the clan
We are friends and for friendship we’ll fight till the end
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
This song is so ancient, but tradition remains
And although we’re not Scottish, for friendship we stand
When divided we stand, united we fall
Is the thing to remember, when you order one more
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
No rules, great scotch, no rules, great scotch
The Blam
The Blancks
The Blancos
The Bland
The Blank Minds