Fucked Up
Relax, it’s a band, the Garage didn’t burn down or anything! But the new album by Fucked Up, David Comes To Life, due out June 7 (I did not realize until a bit of internet snooping that the album was leaked and I am listening to it in advance of official release!), is so impossibly, ferociously good it might well have the intensity to incite combustion without warning. Yes, your stereo or brain or house might catch on fire once you hit the play button.
I listen to a lot of music (duh) and sometimes I encounter something so good I listen to it again right after I’ve first listened to it. And then if it’s really good I will listen to it once or twice a day for a few days more, and it gets into my heavy rotation and I start off Music Night (hereafter referred to as “visceraudio” – more on that to come) with a track from it and maybe also whatever else is getting a lot of personal play.
But rarely have I felt compelled to listen to the same record back-to-back-to-back-to-back etc etc ad infinitum in the way I am currently doing with this album. Really, over and over and over again. There are 18 songs, none under 3 minutes, total of more than 75 minutes of music. And there is not a bad song on the record, not even close. Not even one that I am tempted to skip to hear the next one. This is not heavy rotation, it is the only rotation. Here is some of what I have put on the back burner, shelved for the time being, in order to focus solely on Fucked Up: Yuck, Tapes n Tapes, Grinderman, Twilight Singers – yes, even the beloved Twilight Singers’ new record, which after one listen sounds as raw and hard as anything Dulli has put out in a decade, has been temporarily ignored while I remain in this rut, this glorious rut, this unbearably awesome Fucked Up rut. No end in sight, and I’m loving it down here!
So go get Fucked Up!
visceraudio 
That, sir, is a strong recommendation. Looking forward to hearing some of their stuff next time I’m in your garage.