Posts Tagged ‘fucked up’

BEST FRIDAYS: with Damian Abraham of Fucked Up

Posted on November 7, 2008 by

What’s Worst Mondays without a dark and villainous foil? That’s the kind of thinking that forced us to create Best Fridays. So for all our weekend warrior brethren: Wooooo, T-G-I-F, right? Herein we hope to bookend your awful week by quizzing our previous Worst Mondays candidate about slightly more encouraging things. Every Friday!

My mom gets bummed every time I talk about this band. Which is too bad, because my mom is otherwise a huge fan of Poison Idea-inspired progressive hardcore.

Damian is so friendly. But look how angry he is in this photo! He’s probably yelling about hating cops. Man, Fucked Up are a great band. Have you bought their new record yet? If you like music, you’ll probably think it’s good.

Best injury
I have an insane scar from a pint glass being crushed in my head.

Best historical figure
Carl Panzram. Scary as all get out.

Best shirt
My Scooby Records “Jesus Should Have Been Aborted” shirt. So offensive that it is actually kinda stupid.

Best thing to do with $20
Buy records and fast food… or a slurpee… or a book. Actually can I borrow some of your $20?

Best party trick
I’m a pretty bad ass yo-yoer.

Best monster
See question #2. Or Candyman.

Best question ever asked of you in an interview. Now answer it:
One time a guy asked me if we were worth our guarantee. Another time we were asked if Feist and Cat Power were the same person.

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WORST MONDAYS: with Damian Abraham of Fucked Up

Posted on November 3, 2008 by

At JUICEBOX HQ, we’ve never really had a case of the Mondays because we don’t have real-people jobs. But for those feeling a bit garfield this A.M., feel free to wallow in other people’s most hated things. Every Monday!

So there’s this punk band from Toronto called Fucked Up. They’ve been putting out really good singles since 2002. They put out a full-length record in 2006 and people started saying they were going do shit like “save punk rock.” Now they’re releasing a second full length record and it’s even better. Their singer is this really nice guy named Damian who sings like John Joseph and smashes shit into his forehead.

Damian is the smiling face of Fucked Up live. The band’s notoriety stems equally from their outstanding recorded output and their batshit insane live shows, and Damian is at the forefront of that batshitedness. While the band is a multi-layered guitar machine on record (particularly their latest, the utterly brilliant and guitar-heavy The Chemistry of Common Life), they remain an out-of-control hardcore band when you stick them in a room with a few hundred punks and a PA.

Damian’s bloodied face is an emblematic image for modern hardcore, and he may have one of the biggest record collections in this whole fucking country. Also, I wrote this GREAT COVER STORY on the subject. Basically, Fucked Up are one the best bands in Canada, and Damian Abraham is one of the best rock and roll frontmen this country has ever seen.

Worst day-job
I worked in a candy store. I got sick of the candy real quick and the boss was a huge ass.

Worst haircut
I wish I had photos of it but I don’t. At one point I had lighting bolts shaved into my head. One on each side.

Worst subculture
“Taking a semester off metal,” aka “graphic designer metal.” Or Bruce Springsteen punk.

Worst date
I never really dated much growing up. I guess it would be a semi-formal in high school where my date hooked up with my best friend at the time.

Worst invention
MP3. Though I do use them, I don’t like it.

Worst purchase
I once bought a Sleeper’s single thinking it was legit but it was actually a bootleg. I was bummed.

Worst way to die
This is taken from a story I was told by a kid I went to D & D camp with. I was 10, he was
22: You are tied up and suspended in the air, with a straw glued into one nostril while the other nostril and your mouth are glued shut. The straw leads to a bowl of blood. The blood in the bowl is coming from the wound left by the severing of your penis. So you ‘drown’ in your own penis blood because it is the only thing you can breath in. Oh and I forgot: your eyelids are cut off so you have to watch it happen. D & D camp was a fucked place.

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Baiting the Moby

Posted on October 17, 2008 by

Some really incredibly important shit has happened this week. There was an election in Canada that resulted in a minority Conservative government, so, shitty. There was a presidential debate in the States that made some middle American doubebag plumber famous, so, weird. And Frankie fucking Venom died, which is just tragic and truly bums me the fuck out.

But most importantly, Fucked Up played for twelve straight hours in New York City, and at some point, they played “Blitzkrieg Bop” with Moby.

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