Fresh from the rolling green fields of the West Country, to the dark places where badgers roam, comes the semi-mythical Mighty Shinkickers.
As the name suggests these scrump fuelled ne’re do wells, aim to get your feet stomping as they whip up a storm. From teary-eyed songs about by-gone days, to timber shivering shanties, the Mighty Shinkickers explore the rural and seafaring heritage of the misty west. From the swamplands of Somerset to the hills of Dartmoor, from the Vales of Gloucester, to Turbo Island’s fair shore. These boys are the real deal!