The Chemistry of Common Life is...
The hardest part about reviewing Fucked Up's latest record is trying to boil it down to a single sentence.
“The Chemistry of Common Life is this generation’s New Day Rising.” Perhaps. Do kids these days know Hüsker Dü?
“The Chemistry of Common Life is like getting hit with a ton of bricks.” True, but that's a terrible metaphor.
“The Chemistry of Common Life is
the second coming of hardcore punk.” Arguably, but after
being cannibalized in the late '80s and again over the last few years,
does "hardcore" even mean anything anymore?
it's billed, Fucked Up’s sophomore release
is one of 2008's singular records. For whatever reason, loud punk rock
has fallen out of favor as of late, and with its crunchy power chords
and overdubbed guitars, The Chemistry of Common Life is an unapologetically loud punk record. Despite a surprisingly visceral first listen, Chemistry reveals
itself to be expertly crafted record with hidden subtleties at every
turn, be they the synths that swirl in the background of "Golden Seal"
or the shared melodies of the album's opener ("Son the Father") and
closer ("The Chemistry of Common Life"). And if you listen hard enough
to the thick growls of frontman Pink Eyes Damien Abraham—think Bob
Mould with a head cold—you'll find a skeptical non-believer genuinely
searching for answers. If all this sounds a little ambitious, it is.
But a little ambition never hurt anyone.