Fucked Up aren’t exactly a band indecisive about itself. They’ve been accumulating their particular cast of musty, bad-breathed punk since 2001, releasing more demos, EPs, 7-inches and full-lengths than you can count on all your fingers and toes. In fact, they’re the perfect band for a singles comp. After all, with a career this prolific, it can be a little exhausting to keep up with everything (they’ve already announced another five more releases within the next month). "Couple Tracks" spans the entirety of the band’s existence, digging up some impossible-to-find limited releases in between the epochal long-players, while also throwing in a few alternate-takes and unreleased rarities to keep you guessing.
Like the rest of Fucked Up’s trade, the songs are fast, irreverent, loud, and sure to piss off your next door neighbors. The band never lets up, and takes every opportunity they can to absolutely slam on their instruments, occasionally smothering the tracks tremble-mulching, feedback miasma. And when the band do ease off, it’s only to enlarge the impact of one of front man Pink Eyes’ concussive howls.
There’s no clear highlight out of the 25 songs, which makes sense, as they’ve all been cobbled together from the bands aforementioned absurd prolificness. Nothing on the record matches the incendiary cultivation of the unmatchable "The Chemistry of Common Life", but the album isn’t trying to be that. "Couple Tracks" is a satisfying culmination (and a bit of a victory lap) for one of hardcore punk’s most relevant and constantly innovative bands, and perfect for those of us who can’t always keep up with their every utterance.
Like the rest of Fucked Up’s trade, the songs are fast, irreverent, loud, and sure to piss off your next door neighbors. The band never lets up, and takes every opportunity they can to absolutely slam on their instruments, occasionally smothering the tracks tremble-mulching, feedback miasma. And when the band do ease off, it’s only to enlarge the impact of one of front man Pink Eyes’ concussive howls.
There’s no clear highlight out of the 25 songs, which makes sense, as they’ve all been cobbled together from the bands aforementioned absurd prolificness. Nothing on the record matches the incendiary cultivation of the unmatchable "The Chemistry of Common Life", but the album isn’t trying to be that. "Couple Tracks" is a satisfying culmination (and a bit of a victory lap) for one of hardcore punk’s most relevant and constantly innovative bands, and perfect for those of us who can’t always keep up with their every utterance.




