Although he dedicates these 18 tracks to his wife and little girl and sings them more than he recites them, this tenacious hospital porter and chronicler of the so-called Irish Free State hasn’t softened up any unless you count rooting for a gal who takes a bread knife to the turkey-neck bully who’s kicking her out. He’s still hectoring layabouts, chronicling toilers, and mocking nouvies, although these days he’s also skewering the bogus trappings of Irish patriotism and the porousness of the Ulster border. In addition, his specialty in the working class makes Trump a snap. Why aren’t more Americans writing mean, obvious songs like “Silver Spoon”? ‘Cause they know shit about the working class and care less is what I figure. A-

Bob Christgau,Dean of American Rock Critics ( Esquire, Creem, Newsday, Playboy, Rolling Stone, Billboard)