In recent years, post-hardcore extroverts Fucked Up have proved there's more to them than confrontation, incorporating quasi-indie flourishes and lyrical headiness. Their fourth LP feels like their most serious yet – but that doesn't mean they've matured. Burly frontman Damian Abraham still remains furiously raw as he compares his expectations as a young screamer to his current lot on tracks like "Echo Boomer," and the band's triple-thick guitar assault still feels like a modern take on the caffeinated anxiety of Hüsker Dü and Wire. At their best, Glass Boys' insights and invective capture what it's like to mosh into your thirties, in all their confusion, responsibility and need for throat spray.
From The Archives Issue 1210: June 5, 2014