Go see Fucked Up at the El Rey!


I have no problem at all admitting that Fucked Up is one the few bands that have surfaced in the last few years that have really caught my attention. Beyond that, they’ve got a strangle hold on it. Seriously, just watch the video above for “Queen of Hearts” from their newest album and just try to tell me there isn’t something seriously awesome going on. When was the last time you saw a music video with actual actors?

I’ve been pretty obsessed by these guys for quite some time and after I saw them play a while back all of my suspicions of their greatness were confirmed 10x. And now they are coming back, and I have a pair of tickets to give away. They are playing at The El Rey on July 26th with Trash Talk and FIDLAR. If I were you I’d just say screw this risk and go buy tickets right away. But if you are feeling gambley and want to try and convince me why I should give you these tickets free then do it in the comments below. Sometime in the next day or two or three I’ll scream “THAT’S IT!” and people around me will think I’m nuts, but what it will mean is no more comments and then I’ll pick whoever makes the best case. Or makes me laugh. Go for it.
photo by Daniel Boud

2 thoughts on “Go see Fucked Up at the El Rey!”

  1. I’m feeling like I’ve got a good gambling streak going–I just quit my job to test my luck with a completely insane venture and this sounds like a good way to OH GOD WHAT DID I DO stave off panic attacks.

  2. Car Rental Agent: [cheerfully] Welcome to Marathon, may I help you?

    Neal: Yes.

    Car Rental Agent: How may I help you?

    Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey, fucking, cheeks. And you can give me a fucking automobile: a fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick. Four fucking wheels and a seat.

    Car Rental Agent: I really don’t care for the way you’re speaking to me.

    Neal: And I really don’t care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn’t fucking there. And I really didn’t care to fucking walk, down a fucking highway, and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

    Car Rental Agent: May I see your rental agreement?

    Neal: I threw it away.

    Car Rental Agent: Oh boy.

    Neal: Oh boy, what?

    Car Rental Agent: You’re fucked.

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