As the final notes of the final song of the night fade out, the band exits stage left. Exiting stage left was never going to be the option taken by Fucked Up’s lead singer, ol’ Pink Eyes himself, Damian Abraham, who instead leaves the stage via the front barrier. For someone who typically spends a […]
Fucked Up return to Brisbane for a show at Crowbar, supported by Loser.
Versese are good. Choruses sometimes, often, can be even better. But then there’s that exclusive club of very special songwriters who can do all those things but can take it to the next level and also nail a pre-chorus and a middle eight. A pre-chorus being its own part but also effortlessly elevating the verse […]
If I wanted some beefy, macho shithead to yell at me, I’d join the Marines. Or call my fucking dad.
Fucked Up is the kind of band that makes me wish I were in their band.
“But this Fado music! That’s some beautiful sad bastard stuff, yes?”
Woah, what the? Fucked Up? Monochrome?