Yes!
I’ve been waiting for this, and now, as if the rock gods had heard my profane prayers, it’s here: The new album from Fucked Up, David Comes to Life, will be released on June 7th. On June 7th, immediately after work, you’ll find me at Other Music, buying the crap out of this album.
Though I declared the self-titled debut from Cliffie Swan (nee Lights) my favorite album of 2008, it’s been Fucked Up’s The Chemistry of Common Life that I’ve returned to most often, reveling in its heavy textures, deep poetry, and massive power. (I really just had a crush on Lights' sexy drummer, Linnea Vedder Shults. Can you blame me?)
Last weekend, over at Iris Records, I picked up a copy of Alarm magazine’s Issue 34 which includes an interview with the band, Fucked Up. Tom Vale gets them talking about how their longevity is based on their hatred for one another (“It’s like that thing, you know, you gotta love something to let it go? We don’t love each other enough to let it go,” says [lead singer] Abraham.) and the inherent complications of an unusual band name (“I will tell you that at the border, when you have to tell the officer that you’re in a band called Fucked Up, you really start wishing that maybe you’d picked a different name.”)
Fucked Up seem to blend fact with fiction, punk with pop, rage with bliss, in the most fun and compelling ways. To see what I mean, you can listen to “The Other Shoe,” the first single from David Comes to Life right here.
Patrick says: "They channel musicians from Angus Young, Pete Townshend and Noel Gallagher to Bob Stinson and Lyle Preslar with ease and grace." I agree.
