The Stranger

They say they play hardcore punk, but Fucked Up are too dynamic and inventive—too sui generis—to hide their light under a bushel of genre clichés. Damian Abraham, a hairy mountain of a man, sings in a booze-and-broken-glass growl, but the band's instrumentation is melodic like Hüsker Dü or the rhythm-and-drone of My Bloody Valentine. They rock, but they're not afraid of flutes, bongos, or layered overdubs. Fucked Up are beyond. With Akimbo and Police Teeth. (Neumos, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $12, all ages. And sorry about all the Neumos shows we're suggesting this week—we can't help it if they're on a roll.) by Brendan Kiley

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