This is not saccharine, candy-coated, Warped Tour-approved punk. Murphy's Law delivers a raw, unpolished roar. Sure, it sounds like your kid brother's first stab at things, but that's half the fun, as songs teeter between goofy punk anthems and even goofier thrash. This is the type of punk that sounds best in a basement with a cold case of beer -- oh, and your bong too, natch.
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