My sister was out for Arthur’s Day to ‘paint the town black’ on Thursday (in more ways than one). We were chatting about the night’s events, and she told me to check out a band that played in Sweeney’s that night. She told me that when the band arrived, she couldn’t believe how young they were, yet there were grown men, who’d fit in at a Metallica gig waiting to hear them. I was intrigued. The Strypes are a four-piece band from Cavan (Cavan accents at the ready). They are [...]