The Coronas light up The Marquee in Cork

Radio hits galore, a kicking live sound, and arguably the most vocally gifted, naturally charismatic Irish frontman since Phil Lynott, — it’s not hard to see why everyone loves The Coronas.

“It feels so amazing to be back in The Marquee,” says Danny O’Reilly as they stop midway through ‘Addicted To Progress’ to stand silently and soak up the applause.

If you’ve never seen him do that, look it up. Spine-tingling. This time it’s met with a volley of ‘Olé Olé’. Then out come the giant balloons. We had confetti early doors.

All a bit Barney for some of us, but the purple rain seems to work a princely treat for the mosh pit.


“We are so glad to be back. This is like an annual party for us.”

They are a party band. And they’re born to play The Marquee. In fact, I’ve a genuine suspicion that their main motivation in releasing a new album every other year has been just to bring something new to their Marquee faithful, like Fr Ted refreshing the sermon.

Cliodhna Mullane, Amy Keohane, Faye O’Hanlon, and Sarah O’Sullivan, from Midleton at the gig.

For this packed mixed-age, mixed-gender congregation, nobody gives a better Mass.

Have they crossed over from being the real deal for the fake tan southern belles, and are they now playing hard enough for greying Cork heads looking out for the next Franks or Sultans to jump along to? Maybe nearly.

Paul Henson and Dervla Egan from Athlone pictured at the concert.


It’s about 70:30 oompa loompa vs where’s me joompa.

The new songs are great, with ‘We Couldn’t Fake That’ and ‘Who We Are’ hitting the nail head-on. They sit well with classic hits, of which we got to hear the lot. “Ye might sing this one with me,” says Danny.

Declan and Kate O’Riordan from Skibbereen pictured at the concert.

I think he had a fair idea we would. ‘Dreaming Again’, ‘Get Loose’, ‘Closer To You’, and all the rest. They know their audience. They should do at this stage, and on this stage. After all, they’re now second only to Christy Moore for annual southern pilgrimages.


They’re to the tent born, though so deified here, they might well have taken their first breath in a manger.

A bit of singing as Gaeilge, a few lines of ‘Lakes of Ponchartrain’. They’re getting closer and closer to gods. A word for edgy young gunslingers The Academic, the best thing to come out of Mullingar since Joe Dolan. Does the world have a better warmup band?

Yes, as your hit says, we know that you’re different. Keep it up, lads, the new material deserves its own Marquee headline slot.



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