Fucked Up, Weed, Funs | Bottom Lounge | Rock, Pop, Etc | Chicago Reader

Fucked Up, Weed, Funs Recommended All Ages Early Warnings (Music) Soundboard Image

When: Thu., July 10, 6:30 p.m. 2014

Around the time the mammoth David Comes to Life came out in 2011, I heard a friend compare Fucked Up to the Gin Blossoms fronted by Jamey Jasta from Hatebreed. I laughed, then laughed again—and the joke has been burned into my brain ever since. Because even though I know what to expect from Fucked Up by now—this Toronto hardcore band has been together more than a decade, releasing four studio albums and five million singles, demos, and cassettes—it still startles me every time front man Damian Abraham first opens his mouth, as the gravelly, husky avalanche of his voice rips through the crystalline triple-guitar melodies. You have to be willing to settle into a Fucked Up record for the combination to sound halfway normal, and the new Glass Boys (Matador) is no different. Toy piano is the first thing you hear on the opener, “Echo Boomer,” and it’s enough to make you feel downright cozy, at least until Abraham sets your blanket on fire while you’re snuggled up in it. But that’s the Fucked Up way: every album is multifaceted and epic, with increasingly inventive backup vocal melodies and guitar work that push against the front man’s behemoth hardcore vocals. It’s like trying to force the north poles of two magnets together. —Kevin Warwick

Price: $17, $15 in advance

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