Review – Fucked Up at the West End Cultural Centre, Winnipeg, May 17 2010

– review by Eugene Osudar

Let’s get
Fucked Up
in my WiNnipEg
on a Monday
night

at the WECC

250

enthralled

sweaty

strong

and
15 really stupid
young
arse,
holes

you know the type,
slam
banging
fist
swinging
Fascist-hearted
swine! SS wanna
bees.

(aka Young Republicans
and Old Conservatives.)

“We’re Fucked Up!”
Pink Eye begins the show

with microphone
wind,mills
like Roger Daltry
in his Won’t Get Fooled
Again
daze

round and round
building and building
shirt and hat
on, not for long,
not.
for.
long!

the foundation,
relentless
drumming

a rhythm
section
driving,throbbing
roaring into
guitar riffing
jet engines,

3 guitars,

hypnotizes
captivates
evaporates
any doubts

Fucked Up
is
The Heaviest
Fiercest
Nastiest
band in
Canada

deserving their Polaris.
they’re indie
and
they’re heavy.

the microphone
and guitars
whirl
wind
funneling
clouds
F-5
intensity

every Fucked
Up song is a
twister
an impending disaster
of
broken
bones
smashed
ribs
blood
and bruises

a chance
to take, or not

step in
or
step out

screaming
yelling
vocals
every song,

The Best screaming yelling
vocals
i have ever heard

(and i usually detest that kind
of vocal style)

2 snakes
devastates
annihilates

Pink, a big old
bull in a china
shop of horrors
comes your
way
in the Now of The Pit
he kisses the guy
with the Steve Earle
shirt
on the lips.

on-lookers
waiting for,
what?

kisses and hugs
and mike in faces
of screamers and
dreamers

this is Punk
do it
get up
and do it

300 plus
pounds
he’s huge
big round Ganesh-like
fast/food belly
he is Immense, really
and he’s hairy,
bearded
smily, toothy
and silly

oh, (wo)man,
that ass crack!

despite several
apologies
and later on,
the pants
removed
during Crooked Head
his balls and
His Dude
pogoing
up and down
to The Heavy Sound
okay, he’s in his
underwear.
but the boys
are dancing,
The Dude and The Boys
are pogoing!

Mike W’s squished
up beer cup
affixed
to Pink’s forehead.
1,2,3,4 songs.
how does it remain
there? as he moves
his mountainous
flesh to the punk
roar!

The Mountainous
roaring
screaming
wailing
feed,backing
hypnotizing guitar sound
of Fucked Up

3 guitars,

Young Guv on 3rd guitar
up front
taking a long Pink Eye
tongue
salty,lick
along his cheek
(Crooked Head)
hoisted up
and sitting on Pink’s
wide shoulders
playing lap steel
style on Pink’s
cranium.

Pink’s already puked
(eating
way too much sushi
before the set) his belly’s
feeling the heavy
by Black Albino Bones,
the 4th song.

and just after Police
and before the last two songs,
Pink vomits
into the garbage can
on stage
(his first time ever,
from what he says
earlier)

Gulag
on rhythm guitar

Mike H on the lead guitar,
in the background, after the set
Mike H
says Pink
hasn’t puked during a set
on this tour
(until last night)

Mr Jo on the drums
so heavy
so true
to the Mountainous Sound

and Mustard Gas on bass

they’re the IRS

Intense Rhythm Section!

Pink jumps into the pit
and incites the audience
quiet and waiting
into The Violence
and I don’t enjoy this.

it’s shit.
pure shit.
that’s not punk.
that’;s Fascist violence.

incite, if you must,
to celebrate.
to be part of the show.
Never to violence.
and yes,
this audience
began lame and hesitating.

my only criticism
of an otherwise
spell,blinding
Fucked Up
set.

so many times,

i could hear

Husker Du
Bob Mould at his
best
his fiercest

i could hear

Sex Pistols

at their meanest
nastiest

vilest.

that’s the sound
the Mountain
you scale
at a Fucked Up
show

62 minutes
perfect set length!

16 songs

2 snakes
son the father
twice born
black albino bones
david comes to life
circling
crusades
heir apparent
i hate summer
invisible leader
public
crooked head
here
police
Generation
(didn’t catch the last Wicked
song’s
title)

David Comes To Life
feels like The Pistols
pure glorious
punk followed by
the awesome feedback
power
of Crusades
Husker Du roaring
guitar. Bob Mould
Hot Hot sound.

from Invisible Leader
on, all 7 songs
are pure power
sound fury
scream
drive throb
fierce and ferocious
does not begin
to describe

Fucked Up.

so much vinyl,
cds, tshirts
so much merch
flying
during the tour

inexpensive too.

12$ shirts and cds
and albums.

sold out cds,
vinyl, small sizes
only
left of their best
designs

so, i’m left with
the black and white
band photo shirt
and i decide
to get Fucked Up
to sign over
their pictures
on the tee
and the very last to sign
is Pink
and he’s wonderful.

respectful.

calls me, “Sir.”
and thanks me
for my
sincere
compliments.

he signs,
“Pink Eye”

and says, “wait.”
and he draws
The Eye,
ball.

my friend Jocelyn
asks,
will you ever wear
the shirt?

oh yes.

i’ll wear it proudly.

Fucked Up
May 17
WECC.