Album Review

Glass Boys

Glass Boys

by Fucked Up


Matador Records
7 / 10
17 June 2014

Reviewed by Adrian Hatwell


The album might be compact and the high concepts set aside, but mistaking Glass Boys for a return to Fucked Upís hardcore roots would be inviting disappointment. And in this fourth studio album disappointment has become one of the bandís primary concerns, along with worries about selling out, getting old, and losing their way. Since 2006ís Hidden World, the band has charted a dizzying, experimental path from underground heroes to stadium-packing rock stars, itís only natural theyíre now feeling a bit disoriented.

On Glass Boys the fusion of punk urgency and indie rock pageantry that allowed the band to smash through genre glass ceilings has evolved once again, into its most jumbled iteration to date. The trio of guitarists have stripped their sound right down while ludicrously overdubbed drum tracks bloat the production into a sludgy chore. The only thing holding the sound together is the magnificent, tectonic growl of frontman Damian ďPink EyesĒ Abraham Ė and thatís almost enough, but heís now singing on tracks that sound like they were written for someone of an entirely more delicate disposition.

Through the bandís signature everyman poetry, the singer wonders what his younger self might think of him now, whether the ethos of the basement are compatible with raising a family, and if the price of popularity must always come in diminished authenticity. The album has no answers, but a pervading air of pessimism suggests not everyone in the band is thrilled with what they have become. Sonically at least, itís hard to disagree.




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