Combining punk attitude with politically charged lyrics, bagpipes and folk sensibility, Boston’s Dropkick Murphys have crafted their best record to date with the raucous and melodic “Blackout.”

Acknowledged alongside Flogging Molly, The Tossers and The Pogues for their mixture of working-class ethos and Irish heritage, Dropkick Murphys exemplify the genre of “Irish punk.”

Tunes like “Worker’s Song” and “Buried Alive” pay homage to the group’s blue-collar roots, as politics and punk go hand-in-hand in the fashion of The Clash or Bad Religion. Throughout “Blackout,” the members of Dropkick Murphys expand on the sound they have cultivated for six records and churn out a vast collection of sing-alongs and anthems alike.

There’s plenty of muscle on “Blackout,” as exemplified by the swaggering “This is Your Life” and the beautifully brutish Bruins anthem “Time to Go.”

This musical ferocity is offset by the sardonic back-and-forth of “The Dirty Glass,” the mandolin-tinged “Bastards on Parade” and the pub sing along “Kiss Me, I’m Shitfaced.”

Even the previously unpublished, Woody Guthrie-penned, “Gonna Be a Blackout Tonight” is given a distinctly Dropkick feel with sirens and an anthemic chorus punctuating the verses and the tune’s message.

The only signature Murphys element strangely lacking on “Blackout” is bagpipes. The only exception to this is “As One,” as bagpipes propel the song and offer the greatest glipse at Joe Delaney’s amazing ability as a piper.

Although present on “Fields of Athenry,” “Kiss Me I’m Shitfaced” and the aforementioned “Worker’s Song,” Delaney provides backing melodies rather than driving, droning lines permeating previous Murphys albums. It is the bagpipes that give the music of the Dropkick Murphys its unique flare and is an indispensable element in the group’s alchemy.

Bagpipes aside, “Blackout” is a stellar dose of Irish-punk done to perfection.

Mixing one shot Rancid, two shots Pogues and a chaser of traditional Irish folk music, Dropkick Murphys offer the perfect libation for anyone’s next Guinness-soaked night of debauchery.