It's out today. Go buy it or liberate from the capitalist pigs or whatever you usually do. Hereare the first seven things I thought to


7 Things About the Epic New Fucked Up Album David Comes to Life

It's out today. Go buy it or liberate from the capitalist pigs or whatever you usually do. Hereare the first seven things I thought to write about it this morning:

1. The guitars. Lead guitarist Mike Haliechuk et al. have really stepped things up here. The rhythms are super-solid, but the leads that boil up out of them are something else--melodic, searing, truly anthemic stuff.

2. The cover art. The heart made of lightbulbs is a little wink to an old Stereogum interview in which Haliechuk claimed to work in a lightbulb factory, and presumably (I can't really tell from listening to the songs), that's also the factory mentioned in the album's narrative lyrics.

3. The female chorus on "Queen of Hearts." So this is the album's big boy/girl love song, alternating verses and choruses between Fucked Up vocalist Damian Abraham and one of the album's female guest vocalists. This is the start of the album's star-crossed romance, and the song's chorus is an introduction: "Hello, my name is David/You must be Veronica/Let's be together/Let's fall in love." The second chorus flips it to the female perspective, and something about the girl's cool, plasticine delivery or the all-knowingness of her hello gives the feeling of it all being fated: "Hello, you're name is David/I am Veronica/Let's be together/Until the world swallows us."

4. The chugging, bruiser chorus of "Turn the Season." Makes me want to jog while punching the air. Or just mosh (same dif?). Anyway, Block Party is gonna be tough stuff.

5. "Running on Nothing." Awesome inversion of (crypto-conservative) "Glory Days" nostalgia: "We're running on nothing/The fumes of our dreams/At another point in my life that was/Good enough for me," then foaming-at-the-mouth screaming, then a twangy, rising guitar line, then: "Those better days ain't gonna come/Those better days have passed us by/The better days have all run out/'Cause the better days were a lie." Damn, yes.

6. The fact that I have very little idea what happens in the play's third act. I think I've listened to this 78-minute monster all the way through only once maybe. I came close the other day by putting it on for both the walk to the gym and the hour I spent there, but it didn't quite make it. Anyway, I guess there's some plot twist or change of perspective or something, but even with a few more listens it would be pretty hard to tell because . . .

7. The plot? Well, it's buried underneath those heaps of guitars, and it's delivered in Abraham's gravel-spitting growl. There's a love story, I got that, there's a factory town, there's possibly some Workers of the World-type class war. It's like North American Idiot, I think. But it's gonna take some reading along to figure out.

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