Fucked Up front man Pink Eyes is anything but shy. By the second number tonight we are treated to the sight of much of his sizeable frame, and apparently we have a scapegoat for the flesh on show, ‘Beth Ditto taught me to lose my inhibitions…’, he announces as he whips off his shirt. However, one would suspect that he never really had any in the first place. By the next song he has decided that the stage at Corporation is much too high, and that he should get out there and mix in with the throng.
He shows us exactly why he made it to ‘number 11 on the NME cool list’ and ‘deserves to be higher’. Put frankly, the man is a nutter. Careering around the room, he sticks the mic in the faces of some, carries others on his shoulders and covers all in his sweat. At one point he even visits the bar next door in order to fetch himself a mid-song drink, announcing that he’d ‘forgotten [his] lyrics’. We definitely forgive him, especially as he had proceeded to get on top of the bar and see out the remainder of the song laying ‘seductively’ on one side.
With all this going on, you’d be forgiven for forgetting that he actually had companions onstage. As it is however, they need not rely solely on their focal point, churning out some of the most interestingly arranged hardcore you’re likely to have heard in a while. Three layered guitars provide deep texture to their sound, and tonight the band are rugged, yet solid, keeping up with the exuberance of both singer and crowd. If you’re looking for an intense live experience, overflowing with anarchic spectacle, then look no further.