Cúig – New Landscapes – Irish Traditional Band

  In the next video, Rebel Voice is pleased to present you with some music from an Ulster-Irish band called Cúig. This is traditional music at its best from a group of young performers of great skill. This band of Irish brothers will be one to watch for the future. By the way, Cúig means […]

SOAK- B a noBody – Irish singer/songwriter

Here’s a folksy ballad from the Derry nightingale. Rebel Voice doubts that SOAK would appreciate being referred to in that way. She may identify better with a raven, falcon or chicken-hawk. We’ll let SOAK decide which of our feathered friends she most resembles. In the meantime, think baby ostrich or rhea or even kiwi. If […]

SOAK- Sea Creatures – Derry Songstress

Here’s a gentle melody to ease you through your day. This young songstress from the North of Ireland is making waves across the island of late. She is exceptionally individual in her approach to her craft and a welcome change to the manufactured guff that is being peddled continuously within the industry. Enjoy! If you […]

Irish Comedian – Tommy Tiernan – Controversy Tapped

In this clip, the Irish comedian Tommy Tiernan, dressed as one of the Wurzels  for some unknown reason, regales the audience with his unusual and often insightful view of our world. Tiernan uses a lot of profanity so be warned. He has also been known to upset the odd person or two. If you enjoyed […]

On Waking – Poem By Joseph Campbell

Joseph Campbell was an Irish Republican from Belfast. He was a social activist and prolific poet. On Waking SLEEP, gray brother of death, Has touched me, And passed on. I arise, facing the east— Pearl-doored sanctuary From which the light, Hand-linked with dew and fire, Dances. Hail, essence, hail! Fill the windows of my soul […]

At Harvest – Poem By Joseph Campbell

This timely seasonal poem is from a Belfast Republican, Joseph Campbell, now deceased. He was also known as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil. Campbell took part in the Easter Rising of 1916, providing support to the rebels, and was a member of Sinn Féin in the 1920’s, being interned by Free State forces during the Civil War. After his marriage […]

Faery Dream – Irish Poem On The Little People

Rebel Voice is delighted to bring you this new piece of verse from our resident poet, A.D. It tells the tale of a man who has a vivid dream of an encounter with the Faery Folk of Ireland. However, he is left wondering if indeed it was a dream or did it really happen. With […]

Peter O’Toole – The Definitive Biography

Peter O’Toole- The Definitive Biography by Robert Sellers When people usually think of Peter O’Toole, they imagine a hard-drinking, hell-raising Irishman who starred in the title role of Lawrence of Arabia. O’Toole was both hard-drinking and a hell-raiser, as well as having been nominated for 8 Best Actor Oscars, winning none. However, he wasn’t Irish, […]

I Am The Mountainy Singer – Poem By Joseph Campbell

From the well regarded Irish poet, sadly deceased, who was an active Irish Republican. I Am The Mountainy Singer I am the mountainy singer- The voice of the peasant’s dream, The cry of the wind on the wooded hill, The leap of the fish in the stream. Quiet and love I sing- The carn on […]

Dialogue With An Artist – Matthew Sweeney Poem

Matthew Sweeney was a well regarded Irish poet from Donegal who passed on recently (5th August, 2018). His work has been translated into many languages and he would be seen as one of the top 5 internationally renowned bards from the Emerald Isle. Dialogue With An Artist I used to paint the sea, but never […]

The Hills Of Cualann – Poem By Joseph Campbell

Joseph Campbell was an Irish Republican poet, 1879-1944. He was known in Gaelic as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil. His poems have been set to music by numerous artists. The Hills of Cualann In the youth of summer The hills of Cualann Are two golden horns, Two breasts of chiding, Two tents of light.   In the ancient […]

The Blind Man At The Fair – Poem By Joseph Campbell

The Blind Man At The Fair O TO be blind! To know the darkness that I know. The stir I hear is empty wind, The people idly come and go. The sun is black, tho’ warm and kind, The horsemen ride, the streamers blow Vainly in the fluky wind, For all is darkness where I […]