Pictured: Murdocks only travel one-by-one, in a straight line. Buddy-system style.
I want to drink beer with this band, and I want to be as loud and reckless as they are when I do it. I want to be sloppy drunk while we parade around town and spit in the face of the whole damn thing. It doesn’t need to be the weekend. It could be Tuesday. It could be noon. That way we’d be more out of place and cause more of a disturbance.
Something about the Murdocks’ album Roar! makes me feel this way. It’s a blaze of indie-rock gone pop-punk, full of simple power chords and nasally hooks, plenty of vocal lines involving meaningless sounds like “hey,” and “la.” This is pop-punk that kids who grew out of pop-punk long ago can still get excited for. Also, the album cover is pink and has a yellow Tyrannosaurus Rex on it. Awesome.
Playhouse Down is a fan fave, as in, I’m a fan and it is my fave.
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