Album Reviews

About as nasty as David Hasselhoff on the bathroom floor and as wild as your mom and me last night, Fucked Up charges ahead with their latest full-length, “The Chemistry Of Common Life”. First though, you’ll have to wrestle through a minute of flute sounds (again… like your mother last night, only it wasn’t a flute she was blowing) but then things explode with “Son The Father”. And yes, I did say a flute because the dudes and one lady in Fucked Up pretty much do whatever they feel like doing, even if it means opening and closing their new album with abovementioned flute sounds. Named after a FW Johnston novel, “The Chemistry Of Common Life” is hardcore punk the way it was supposed to sound. It’s loud, obnoxious, aggressive and raw. But there’s also plenty of room for melody. And power. White power even if you’re one of the idiots that actually believes Fucked Up flirts with Hitler’s ideology. Anyway, think of Black Flag and The Pixies getting it on (kinda like your mom and… oh well, you get the picture) and picture Pink Eyes, 10 000 Marbles, Gulag, Young Governor, Mustard Gas and Mr. Jo popping out nine months later. You’ll know what to do when they go straight into a blistering rendition of “Golden Seal”