The Chemistry Of Common Life
They may owe their roots to hardcore, but on their second album, Toronto-based six-piece Fucked Up reinvent themselves with power chords, rich overtones, and anthemic, arm-swingng choruses to create one of the year's most ambitious and uniting hard rock records.
Quick: Name one hardcore punk album from the past 10 years—hell, make that ever—that opens with a lilting flute solo followed by a chorus of electric guitars so dense, pealing, and overtone-rich, they could make minimalist-rock architect Rhys Chatham's neck hair stand on end. That's just the first of many moments on…
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espite their juvenile name, The Chemistry of Common Life proves that Fucked Up are much more than just an idiotic, nihilistic punk band who leave trails of destruction and wrecked studios in their wake.
It seems that Fucked Up's primary purpose in their massive pile of releases has been to push boundaries.
On their second album, 'The Chemistry of Common Life,' Fucked Up plays hardcore punk as if they have no clue what decade it is.
The Chemistry of Common Life starts on a quiet note, with a single flute playing. A word of advice: Take advantage of it. Take a deep breath
Fucked Up - The Chemistry of Common Life review: Unconventional hardcore with creative wanderlust is not the shape of punk to come.