WORST MONDAYS: with Damian Abraham of Fucked Up
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.
I worked in a candy store. I got sick of the candy real quick and the boss was a huge ass.
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.
“Taking a semester off metal,” aka “graphic designer metal.” Or Bruce Springsteen punk.
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.
MP3. Though I do use them, I don’t like it.
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.