The band’s musical arrangements can deftly swerve on a dime, but their lyricism falls short.
The album is rooted in anger, but the more melodic passages express it without becoming trapped by it.
The Canadian hardcore band manages to fit a surprising amount of stylistic variety into their shortest album to date.
The album conjures a dark, enticing dynamism unparalleled even by the band’s own extraordinary output.
The EP sees the Canadian experimental hardcore punk outfit paring down some of their more elaborate tendencies.
Dose Your Dreams proves Fucked Up’s got a deep enough bag of tricks to make even conventionality sound compelling.
One gets the sense that David Comes to Life is a rite of passage for Fucked Up more than any kind of masterwork.
Leave it to Fucked Up to illustrate so neatly that accessibility doesn’t have to herald the loss of credibility.
The curious Mr. West’s folie de grandeur didn’t, as initially widely predicted, blow up in his face.
Fucked Up plays hardcore punk as if they have no clue what decade it is.