Although
Fucked Up's fourth album,
Glass Boys, may not be as high-concept as 2011's sprawling
David Comes to Life, the Canadian hardcore outfit delivers an album every bit as epic with
Glass Boys. Rather than looking outward to tell a story, the album finds
Fucked Up turning the narrative lens on themselves with a collection about the perils of getting older and burdens of unexpected recognition. On the poignant "Touch Stone," singer Damian Abraham spins a tale about the moment you recognize yourself in the faces of the kids in the crowd and realize it's your duty to inspire the next generation to take the torch and run with it. Finishing off the album, the titular "Glass Boys" finds Abraham getting self-reflective as he ruminates on what will happen to him when he leaves Neverland and returns to the real world where time cruelly marches on. As on their last album,
Fucked Up feel as though they're pushing punk rock into completely undiscovered territory as they completely eschew the short and sweet method of classic punk for something longer and more revelatory. Although Abraham's hoarse growls are classic hardcore, musically and lyrically
Fucked Up are on a whole other plane. The band beautifully marries its dense and intricate compositions with Abraham's sledgehammer vocals to create something that feels like the next evolution of the genre. As a band whose music seems to focus so much on change and personal journeys, it only makes sense that
Fucked Up would fundamentally alter the medium they were working in, allowing it to transform and become fully realized right along with them. While the band's previous effort (and its supporting material) may have been an exercise in unbridled creativity, by anchoring
Glass Boys to the real world
Fucked Up have made an album that reveals things not only about themselves, but about punk rock as a whole, and in the process have made a record that may very well be their masterwork. [
Glass Boys was also released on LP.] ~ Gregory Heaney