Fucked Up

Playing an impromptu, unannounced set from the porch of Beerland, Fucked Up was nasty, brutish, and short. The set was as unpolished as it was unplanned, the type off-the-cuff performance that has made this group so well liked. As usual, frontman Damian Abraham was a spectacle, hanging from the porch rafters and taking his shirt off after only a few songs. It was a performance, indeed, as much fun to watch as to listen to. Said Abraham, "Our new slogan is 'You get what you pay for.' So since this is a free show, we're not gonna be very good." True, the band was far from perfect - on multiple occasions Abraham berated his guitarist for messing up songs, threatening to kick him out of the group – but perfection wasn’t the goal. The crowd happily moshed and soaked up the sun, savoring the type of show that makes South By so special.