Fucked Up

Pink Eyes was understandably concerned. "Us following Champion is like the keg running dry and the cops showing up at your party," the singer joked. "We're the bummer." Indeed, after the techno rock assault of one of Montreal's favourite sons, the packed house thinned - an ominous sign of respect for a band determined to rock their faithful into complete oblivion. In the ensuing chaos, the rest of Fucked Up never left their marks, as Damian Abraham roamed the floor - small, moshing men bouncing harmlessly off of him, as he roared lyrics, while his suspended, snaking mic cord clothes-lined unsuspecting bystanders.