Woodbine Road have a story to tell. A collection of human car crashes tell the tales of the dark side of life from their new perspective.

Hiding out in Connemara (Next stop Boston) they are reflecting on the fact that they somehow survived the destruction that the two band leaders wreaked upon the rest of the group.

Addiction, crime, homelessness, illness followed by recovery survival and finally equilibrium. Listen to the songs to get to know their lives

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A Brief History of Woodbine Road

Hello There,

Woodbine road are currently hiding out in the wilds of Connemara. That is an untamed region full of wild people and wild weather on the West Coast of Ireland, next stop Boston.

The main thing is that we are all still here after a lon long road, strewn with heartbreak, tragedy, deceit but most importantly resilience and enduring friendships.

We may be human wreakage, but we are alive, we're sober, we are writing music and we are having a laugh.

Pull up a chair and I'll tell you how we got here.

In the early 90's we packed in everything. We chucked our jobs careers, college, you name it and threw everything on a tiny chance we had been given at making it as a rock band. The deal was that we would tour all the major capital cities in Europe for al long as it took. We would start off in small bars and build up from there. We would tour for ever if that's what it took. We did enjoy yhe interest of a small london indie label and we had a hard working manager. That was all by the by, we had our own truck, our gear and we were running off to join the circus.

To be honest things got a lot worse before they got better. They couldn't have gotten any worse. I suppose that I am largely to blame for the total disintegration of the dream and the lives asssociated with it but our keyboard player Bjorn Korg didn't help matters much.

We started out in Amsterdam. This is a city rife with temptation and to say we succumbed would be an understatement. I don't know what happened really. We were booked for gigs at a venue called "The English Bull". We played and it went very well. We were asked back so we stayed. Based on a miniscule amount of success I thought that I was a superstar. We stayed to long and the city got a deep hold on me and Bjorn. We started taking heroin. Our manager Donie realised that he was dealing with a bunch of losers that would never leave so he helped himself to his fee from our cash fund and split. I can't say that I blame him, especially as he is dead now.

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