Live Review from Wild Boar Music Festival 野豬音樂節:
2. Red Light
3. Way Out
4. Super Saian
5. Foxy Waves
6. Break Us Again
7. Polish Vodka
The moment Murphy’s Law took the stage, the atmosphere of the festival changed. I remember turning to my fellow podmates – as we were, of course, observing social distancing measures from the comfortable safety of our cordoned-off deck chairs -to gauge their reaction. The festival sitting on the cusp of St Patrick’s Day and having seen a fair few kilts that day, I for one had been expecting some sort of fond homage to Irish punks, The Dropkick Murphy’s.
But this was discernibly different- and a lot more fitting.
Fundamentally opposed to their namesake, with their laid-back reggaeton tunes and biting lyrical flow, it’s hard to image anything going wrong for Murphy’s Law ever – even if the Universe deems it so.
Raggafire was a tantalising taster of things to come, replete with rumbling vocals and rhythmic staccato beats. For the first time that afternoon, whole groups of audience members peeled themselves away from their cosy seats to move, sing, and jam along to the music. Red Light saw the lead vocalist, charming as ever, put down his guitar to move around the stage, interacting with his bandmates and taking full command of the stage. The pared-back tranquility of the music matched their effortless synchronicity as a band; as musicians they are perfectly at ease with each other and with their music, and that joy is tangible to all.
Way Out kicked it up a notch with a touch of aggression in those heavier power chords – a punk rock kid’s bread and butter. At times, this combo of punk attitude and reggae rhythms gave off shades of their 90s lovechild, ska. Super Saian wound down with its grooving bass and crooning guitar solos, cooling the crowd down before getting them moving again for dance-and-singalong masterclass Break Us Again.
If the venue’d had a roof, Murphy’s Law would have set the bar right through it. They are musical embodiment of a cold mojito on a white sandy beach: effervescent, refreshing, classic- with twist of pure grit and artistry. Closing the set with the raucous Polish Vodka, you only needed to gaze around at the sea of beaming faces to think to yourself: yes. Now I’m at a damn music festival.