Picture it: peak summer in Nashville, TN in July 2015. The sweltering days and nights are long as ever and the humidity ain't kind. So what does Third Man Records do? They put on a matinee all ages show with one of the most raucous bands you can conceive of resulting in one of the sweatiest crowds in Blue Room history – Fucked Up. True to tradition, they recorded the whole thing direct-to-acetate and are now unleashing the force unto the world.
Fucked Up is a rare band. They're a mutant strain of post-hardcore, arena-punk super-talents capable of reworking the strange and the beautiful into something cohesive, but never at the expense of their signature, addictive, furious entropy. They are truly a blitzkrieg of song and lyric. Is it work-shy and lazy to call a live record whose songs flow seamlessly into one another "epic?" What if every track is a battering ram of rabid guitar, fugitive vocals, deathmatch bass and roaring drums? No matter how you dice it...one word won't ever be enough to explain a band like Fucked Up. All substitutions will pale in comparison to the experience itself.
But Third Man's record does the show justice. They've been itching to get this one on your turntables and they know you can't wait to drop the needle. So here it is..a six-track sonic boom of a record now available for your listening pleasure!