No Epiphany

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Fucked Up


Fucked Up

There have been moments like this before: when a band sum up the essence of right now with a song that reflects back like a mirror. Toronto’s Fucked Up are having that moment right now. But ‘No Epiphany’ isn’t a ‘Standing In The Way Of Control’. No, it’s a ball of oozing contradictions, like last year’s mind-wrestling Bardot and Gainsbourg rematch ‘Year Of The Pig’. Mixing a knuckle-dragging growl with a kaleidoscopic lightness, it’s like My Morning Jacket fell asleep on the electricity generator, went home to the angels, then got really, really angry. Glorious.

Priya Elan