By Chris Yee
December 12, 2019
No matter how the time-worn rock cliche goes, punk hasn’t died. It might be a bit gentrified, sure, but it’s certainly not gone.
For proof, look no further than Fucked Up. Opening act Narrow Head started the night right on punk time (about twenty minutes, for what it’s worth) to a moderately-sized audience, who no doubt were partaking of the Fox’s selection of craft beers and cocktails. It was a major step up for the young Houston, TX five-piece, who nonetheless were no strangers to Vancouver, having played a number of unmentionable DIY venues last year.
As for Fucked Up, it’s a small marvel that it’s has become as much a long-standing darling of the CanCon cognoscenti as it is. But it’s for good reason, though: the operatic scope of Fucked Up’s music both reflects and is an escape hatch from our increasingly odd, banal times.
Halfway through the first song of their set, Fucked Up’s nominal frontman Damon Abraham made a sudden appearance, his antics finally enlivening the audience. From there, Fucked Up embarked on a full set of hardcore-tinged interpretations of their latest album, Dose Your Dreams, on which the band had finished touring North America.
Fucked Up exuded a relentlessly positive energy, something as apparent in the banter between sets (a soupçon of shoutouts to band-friends and mildly corny weed-centred tour stories from Abraham, seemingly tailored for a Vancouver audience) as the energetic songs within them.
Put another way, the hype is and will probably always be true: Fucked Up put on great shows, no doubt about that.