Fucked Up
Fucked Up’s release The Chemistry of Life isn’t easy to grasp. The hardcore punks’ lyrics borderline societal critic (“Son the Father”) and Buddhism (“Royal Swan”). From a scientific perspective, of course. When playing live, Fucked Up are ambivalent no less: at one point you’re floating through the air, carried by the voice of Sandy Miranda, then, in an instant, you’re brought down to earth again by Damian Abraham’s succinct screams.
