An incredibly thick and stabby thorn in the side of the American Irish scene, St. George's Folly is a motley crew of handsome, moderately talented, and more-or-less stable musicians of dubious moral fiber but sunny disposition. Born from the smoldering ashes of Twin Cities favorite Devouring Maidens, SGF has gained momentum with a speed that falsely suggests some level of planning or skill; in fact, there is neither and the entire band is basically just surfing on a mountainous wave of pure luck.
The music is a delightful combination of original and traditional Irish tunes, usually with one ultra-American ditty in the mix just because. Blending the fast-rocking, fist-pounding crowd pleasers with the old favorites from a country that none of them were born in, St. George's Folly brings the music of Ireland to the ridiculously over-the-top, mommy-didn't-hug-us-enough-as-children performance aesthetic of a 100% American sextuplet.
Grab a pint and hang on for dear life, because things just got real.
Adam is a songwriter, composer, multi-instrumentalist, and an avid consumer of tuna fish sandwiches. His musical tastes encompass an almost comically wide variety of artists and genres, with a particular bias toward heavy percussion and repetition. He has performed around the U.S. with numerous groups, playing funk, rock, Irish, Afro-Caribbean, pop, and anything else that happens to tickle his fancy.
Growing up in Colorado, Adam began his music career as the only drummer in his tiny, tiny middle school band. He was awful, but you can't kick out your only drummer....so instead he held onto the gig and eventually got considerably better. At age 17, he moved to Minnesota to take advantage of the musical opportunities the Twin Cities offered.
Adam holds degrees in Recording Technology, Percussion Performance, and Music Production, all from McNally Smith College Of Music. He also holds a "worldz most interstng hyooman" award from a kid who hand-drew the certificate and presented it with a thoroughly overzealous pomp and ceremony.
Adam can be observed annoying people across the internet, including Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and has been a regular contributor to the Tusk Music Network.
Dempsey is a songwriter and plays (at last count) 15 instruments, including the bassoon and the french horn for whatever reason. He's performed all over the world as a party clown, and holds multiple records for the longest breath ever held while submerged in orange juice.
Dempsey was born Charles Augustus Willingtonsworth IV, but had his name changed when old documents discovered in England fingered his great-great-grandfather as Jack The Ripper. He grew up on a dairy farm in central Minnesota, leaning heavily into music in college and quickly gaining acclaim as the first fiddle in the Gustavus College chamber orchestra.
With a degree in theoretical mathematics and a penchant for social engineering, Dempsey's membership in an Irish band is baffling but welcome. He avoids social media (and the internet in general) as though it was carrying the plague, but can frequently be found surfing on cars on Hennepin Avenue whilst yelling brilliant quotes at frightened passerby.
Owen is a young gun who may just be getting too old for this nonsense. He's been around the block as a musician, playing just about every type of music imaginable: rockabilly, punk, funk, soul--even a non-ironic stint in disco.
A St. Paul product, he fills the fraction of his life that isn't jam-packed with music by creating general mayhem with friends, re-watching The X-Files for the infinitieth time, and analyzing political debates like a sociopath. While all that is fun (Yes. Politics is fun. Jerk.), playing and listening to music sums up his life well. However, he's got a few sparks of academic potential and some lukewarm college offers to fall back on, in case this crazy ship of degenerates hits the rocks.
Owen recently released his first solo EP, My Old Rotten Bones, and also fronts Twin Cities ska favorite Defuser.
Voted America’s Most Eligible Pub Compadre 5 years running, Nate Beck began his musical career on a piano at ye’ ripe ol’ age of seven. Soon to follow was guitar, bass, drums and voice, after being engulfed by rock n roll.
Moving to Los Angeles when he was 18, he founded hard rock band Black Velvet Deluxe which had the honor of being nominated for the LA Music Awards Rock Single of the Year 2010 and opening up for Gilby Clarke and Steven Adler from Guns n Roses. After ego’s crashed and burned the band, Nate went back to his roots of early punk, americana, and early country. Forming The Manchester Social Club in 2013, it took Beck to play at Red Gorilla Music Fest, held in Austin TX as well as many clubs between Southern California and the Twin Cities. Earning “Best Band of 2014” and “Best Band 2015” by Minneapolis Happening, Top 10 Unsigned Punk Bands by Pop Punk World, and breaking the Billboard Top 100, Beck got an offer to show direct in Sydney, Australia.
After being kicked by a kangaroo, almost falling down a mountain, evading great white sharks, and making friends with monster spiders, Beck return to the Red, White, and Blue. Nate stumbled his way into the title of Director of Low-End Operations with St. George’s Folly by pure happenstance. After being a frontman for the past 7 years, Beck was looking for something new, fresh, and something that still included whiskey. Right about then his good friend Adam Azra'el, aka “Bitch-Liver”, called him to fill in on bass for a recording session and as they say, the rest was history. He was convinced by Azra'el to join the band, on the promise that none of the music would exceed the reach of his fairly basic musical knowledge. That turned out to be an utter lie, but he's kind of stuck now.
When Nate isn't at the bar, he can be found on Instagram! You're encouraged to follow him and send him lewd messages.
Sam is a drummer/percussionist and pun master, whose many trophies still decorate the halls of a high school which has otherwise long since forgotten that his gangly ass existed in the first place.
Sam was born and raised in the highlands of Mongolia to sociologist parents. As a child, his musical exposure was limited almost exclusively to the herding songs and folklore of the nomads his family traveled with; his childhood friends still refer to him as Arphu, which translates roughly to "vanilla ice cream".
Sam has performed around the US, playing everything from blues to funk to thrash metal and light jazz, and generally attracting the attention of the ladies with his winning personality and bright blue hair.
You can find Sam online if you really look hard, or if you google "white child eating reindeer with mongolian children and looking happy". Where you WON'T find Sam is on social media, because that's for conformists.
Brad is a singer/songwriter who happened, out of dumb luck, to end up as the mandolinist in an Irish band. It's not the first time he's been called upon to perform strange tasks outside his wheelhouse....at one point, he was mistaken for a duke while on tour in Austria, and spent several years amassing wealth and lands before anyone realized their mistake.
Bradley grew up on a potato ranch in Idaho, where all of the potatoes are free to roam as they please. Despite losing several spuds per year to birds of prey, his family always maintained a healthy profit margin and, eventually, was able to save up enough to move a young Bradley to the big city. He attended Harvard under an alias, and fled to the Twin Cities when his then-girlfriend discovered his true identity and threatened to expose him to the university's evil Dean.
Bradley's work can be seen all over the internet, but never under his own name for fear that old English or Harvard enemies may discover his whereabouts.