The Fucked Up sound: Damian's barking // straightforward punk chug, spiked with irresistible hooks, piled up into proggy monuments of inscrutable structure. Here from the beginning, still exhausting.
The problem, as always, is that even as the guitars shift and swerve, they're always going going going exhaustively, with only the tiniest reprieves. And Damian's percussive shouting only has one gear, all full volume, full force at the edge of his biology, at all times. It's like eating 8 slices of deep dish pizza, each with a different set of delicious artisanal toppings: each one's great, and the experience, moment to moment, is packed with variety, but by the end all you remember is THAT DAY I ATE ALL THAT PIZZA.
David Comes to Life benefited from some themes and a loose narrative to help give landmark and purpose to the journey, but this is just blistering.
Don't get me wrong, it's great. Unmissable. And probably more packed with good guitar parts than anything else they've done. And I wouldn't change a thing: this is the Fucked Up sound, may it never be diluted. Just letting you know what you're in for - show up with an empty stomach 4/5
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