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Fucked Up, Jeff the Brotherhood All Ages Early Warnings (Music) Soundboard

When: Sat., July 2, 8 p.m. 2011

Though Fucked Up are definitely a hardcore band, they like to dabble in things commonly associated with the type of bloated classic rock that hardcore was invented to rage against—massively stacked overdubs, string sections, seven-minute songs. So obviously it was only a matter of time till they did a concept album. The new David Comes to Life (Matador), set in the imaginary British town of Byrdesdale Spa in the late 70s and early 80s, is the story of a guy who works at a lightbulb factory and has a girlfriend and then doesn't; apparently it embodies some macro ideas about the world, or something. Honestly I really don't know—front man Damian "Pink Eyes" Abraham tends to shred lyrics beyond recognition with his burly howl. But you don't need to be able to follow the album's plot to enjoy its gorgeous, anthemic songs, which ought to appeal to a whole lot of fans who don't normally listen to hardcore. A companion compilation, David's Town, consists of songs by the fictional punk- and pub-rock bands that the fictional David enjoys—just in case you didn't already think Fucked Up were totally brilliant. —Miles Raymer

The title of Jeff the Brotherhood's new album, We Are the Champions (Infinity Cat), seems mostly tongue-in-cheek. I mean, it's just straight-up silly for a couple brothers from Nashville most people haven't heard of to call themselves "champions," their recent deal with Warner Brothers notwithstanding—after a decade as a band they still play their share of dinky DIY spaces, and they're probably best known for having been in much-hyped garage act Be Your Own Pet. But Jeff the Brotherhood's scuzzy mix of 70s classic rock and hyperactive punk makes it clear that the duo is at the very least sincere about invoking Queen, and on We Are the Champions they crank up the bombast and dial back the tempos. Compared to 2009's Heavy Days, the new album is thick with unhurried, riff-centric jams like "Hey Friend"—and there's even a sitar-assisted acoustic freak-out called "Health and Strength." The brothers won't be selling millions of records anytime soon, but that's not the only way to be a champion. —Leor Galil

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