Posts Tagged ‘hardcore’

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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BEST FRIDAYS: with Liam Cormier of Cancer Bats

Posted on July 4, 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!

Welcome back to the program with everyone’s favourite straight edge hardcore kid with a cool haircut, Liam Cormier! Sometime I wish my hair could look like that. But we all have our demons. Mine is being incapable or growing a cool, floppy, dirty-looking mohawk. What’s that? You’re not here for me? Or, right. Cancer Bats kick ass. And so:

Best injury
I split my forehead open at a show in Saskatoon. I was swinging the mic around and caught myself in the head. We still finished the set but I bled everywhere for 40 minutes. For a big sissy like myself, I felt pretty tough and now I have a bad-ass scar above my eye.

Best historical figure
Louis Riel is the biggest bad-ass in Canadian history. He led two revolts against the Canadian government fighting for Metis rights and he established Manitoba. Get your Google on.

Best shirt
The best shirt I’ve ever owned is a limited edition Mike Giant shirt that he made for an art show in Toronto. It was given to me by a friend who had two and I was so so stoked. Mike Giant does a ton of rad shit for Rebel 8 as well that’s a lot easier to track down.

Best thing to do with $20
Put it in the bank. I am broke as a joke.

Best party trick
My friend Olly from Johnny Truant and myself DJ’d a party recently in Brighton UK and we had that shit bumping. We were mixing Rage into Beastie Boys, Damien Marley into Rolling Stones. We had the dance floor going crazy! It was the best trick I ever pulled off.

Best monster
Dracula hands down. Not really a monster but probably the coolest piece of evil you could find out there.

Best question ever asked of you in an interview. Now answer it:
This question is the most original I’ve been asked. I’ll give that award to you.

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WORST MONDAYS: with Liam Cormier of Cancer Bats

Posted on June 30, 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!

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Liam Cormier is an intense and cool dude. He sings / says “yeah!” in Cancer Bats, easily one of the most popular bands currently playing heavy shit in Canada. Started in 2004 with long-hair dude Scott Middleton (ex-At the Mercy of Inspiration), the band played a ton of awesome shows and then put out the appropriately awesome Birthing the Giant in 2006, a record that kicked out some of the finest Entombed-style jams this side of Sweden. The record led to a bunch of huge tours, some fine press, and the good fortune of being featured on the same episode of MTV Live as me.

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This year, the band released Hail Destroyer, a record that basically got huge props from everyone everywhere and then made it on to the Polaris Long List, which is a pretty sweet deal since Polaris made a habit of shutting out heavy bands for its first two years. While glowing reviews from the Canadian music press is one thing, a feature on JUICEBOXdotcom is quite another. Ladies and gentlemen, the jewel in Liam Cormier’s hardcore crown:

Worst day-job
I don’t really get bummed out at jobs. Like, driving a fork lift can be awesome, you just have to know how to make it awesome. At the same time, any job would be the worst job. Damn the Man!

Worst haircut
One time I was finishing off a hair cut; I had a set of clippers with no guard, just getting some stray hairs by my ears, when someone opened the bathroom door and bumped my arm, shaving a bald spot into the side of my head. The worst! I wore a hat for a month.

Worst subculture
Neo Nazis. I fucking hate Neo Nazis.

Worst date
The day the Challenger exploded is a date that we will all remember. I was five and the news came on during Leave It To Beaver. Some serious shit.

Worst invention
The txt msg is both the worst and the best invention. It’s cheap and easy, but it is killing the English language and making us all dumber.

Worst purchase
This is another best/worst situation. We’re in Europe right now and I borrowed my friends cell phone to call my girlfriend. Which was the best! But when I finished the half hour call he told me how much it was going to cost and that was the worst! I had just spent 75 euros to call my girlfriend for 30 minutes. No regrets though, I love talking to my girl. Awesome and shitty all rolled into one.

Worst way to die
I would hate to die a virgin.

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REVIEW: Polar Bear Club – Sometimes Things Just Disappear

Posted on May 17, 2008 by

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While Polar Bear Club (the band) look nothing like Polar Bear Club (the righteous dudes from Atlantic City pictured above), their sound is consistently as rad as the huge Phillies fan on the far left, if not as as bad-ass as the rainbow speedo the guy in the middle is rocking. Formed from the ashes of Marathon, a thoroughly underrated post-punk outfit from Rochester, New York, PBC are already well on their way to taking over the world of bearded dudes and chicks with sailor tattoos. With one stellar EP under their belts (The Redder, the Better), this full-length debut comes at a time when The Kids are hungry for someone to take that grimy throne left empty by Hot Water Music in 2006 and really run with it. And Sometimes Things Just Disappear is ready to take that shit all the way to bank. The bank of post-hardcore. Which, everyone should know by now, actually has no money. But godamn, doesn’t it offer some fine feelings of satisfaction. (Red Leader)

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