Review: Larry_73

Larry_73 return swinging with Pop Punk Power Nap - an album that doesn’t so much “nap” as it does chug six cans of Monster, sprint down the hallway and backflip into your record collection. This thing is a riot from start to finish, bursting with ideas, surprises, hooks and personality. If their debut EP Dick Punch hinted at potential, this full-length kicks the door clean off its hinges and spray-paints their name - misshapen genitalia and all - onto the pop-punk map.

The opener Whispering Woman blasts in like a lost gem from 1996, but polished with enough freshness to avoid nostalgia-overload. The melodies here are huge, the attitude undeniable and the middle-8 is proof that Larry_73 know dynamics better than most bands twice their age. The restraint and space they use in that section? Pure songwriting class.

Happy Birthday struts in like it owns the place - Rancid swagger, LIT-style pop warmth and a touch of early Offspring melody all smashed into one uplifting, grin-inducing anthem. The guitar lines are playful without ever tipping into gratuitous flashiness.

Everybody Knows is a caffeine-fuelled burst of punk adrenaline. It’s fast, frantic and over in a blink - leaving you no choice but to slam that repeat button.

Then Uninvited crashes in with a proper “Oi!” stomp - Dropkick Murphys fist-pumping energy fused with Faith No More-style weirdness. This is where the album really starts showing its wild range.

And then… Soup. Possibly the most chaotic, brilliant intro of the year - full Mr Bungle madness before collapsing into razor-sharp punk defiance and sugary melodic bliss. The chorus is so catchy it should come with a warning label. If radio had any guts left, this would be everywhere.

Adrenaline kicks the door in yet again - dark, messy, frantic, layered and absolutely glorious. It skirts chaos constantly but always pulls back just before the wheels come off. Controlled anarchy at its finest.

Radio Silence is a straight-up anthem. That riff? Simple genius. That chorus? Already stuck in your head. And yes - you will yell “RADIO SIIIILLLEEENNNCE!” in Tesco and embarrass yourself.

Any song that starts with “Squeak, Squeak Mother Fucker” is always going to be a winner. Big Cheese is 65 seconds of old-school punk mischief. Pure joy. Pure chaos. Pure Larry.

Too Soon? Too Bad spits attitude with a modernised Pistols swagger - short, sharp and bursting with ideas. Punk distilled.

Then comes 13… and everything changes. A soft, aching, reflective ballad that shouldn’t work on paper but absolutely floors you in practice. Gorgeous vocals, haunting melodies, a soaring crescendo—this is a future festival sing-along moment waiting to happen. Punk bands rarely dare to be this vulnerable. Larry_73 absolutely nailed it.

Thanks for Noting brings back the sunshine pop-punk vibes - energetic, catchy and toe-tappingly addictive. A proper mood-lifter.

Haunted skanks in with a fantastic ska-punk twist. They try a new style, and of course, they smash it. It’s funky, clever and catchy as hell.

Finally, hidden closer Matter strips everything back to battered acoustic guitar and raw vocal. It’s rough, honest and emotional—exactly what punk should be at its core. No studio polish required. Just truth.

Pop Punk Power Nap is an album overflowing with ideas, heart, humour, hooks and pure unfiltered personality. It’s brave, chaotic, melodic, fun, emotional and absolutely unforgettable.

Larry_73 didn’t just take pop punk to the next level—they’ve taken a power leap.

Because if this is a “nap,” then the rest of the scene better wake up.