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Fucked Up: Live, sweaty, glorious

Fucked Up: Live, sweaty, glorious (photo)

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There’s nothing “slightly overweight” about Damien Abraham, the round-all-over frontman of relentlessly ambitious Toronto hardcore innovators Fucked Up. Abraham is an inarguably big man, not altogether dissimilar (in shape at least, as Abraham is a good deal smaller) from Butterbean, the rotund American boxing icon. But Tuesday night, 45 minutes and a gallon of sweat into his band’s forever-hype-affirming set in Raleigh, N.C., Abraham (perhaps wishfully) dedicated the tune “I Hate Summer” to all of his “slightly overweight” brethren. “One day let’s set up a home,” roared Abraham during the song, “where it’s winter all year long.”

North Carolina summer nights are, after all, sticky and hot, offering the kind of conditions that make thighs adhere to one another and turn any sort of physical activity into a slippery mess. But that didn’t slow Abraham’s usual antics or theatrics. Before four songs had been finished, both Abraham’s neon fitted cap and black T-shirt had been hurled onto the stage. Very bald and very breasted, Abraham lorded over the front rows, shoving his microphone into the screaming faces of fans during the refrains, sweat dripping from his body onto their faces. Then, halfway into the set, he marauded through the crowd–first to stage left, then to stage right, pulling his microphone cord through a nearly sold-out house. He gave hugs, kisses and high-fives as he sang, essentially taking the house-show/DIY-space culture of Fucked Up’s earlier days into a club half-full of indie kids who’d possibly never experienced such. It was grown-band work.

Eventually, Abraham made his way to the top of the bar at the back of the house, where he sang and smiled and smashed a plastic water cup onto his forehead. When he saw that this lubricating North Carolina heat wouldn’t let it stick, he simply tried to balance it on the crest of his skull. It fell off, of course, but he smiled again, leaning far to his right to deliver a high five to a guy who didn’t look much different–pasty and big and sweaty, but, with a monstrous grin wiped across his face, absolutely ecstatic to be where he was at that exact instant. The high-five was a half-miss, so all of the momentum that Abraham and the anonymous fan delivered at once resulted in an awkward little stumble for two big dudes. It didn’t matter: They both beamed, happy to have elicited cheers. Abraham headed back toward the stage as the band wound through its final notes.

That’s when he delivered the “I Hate Summer” dedication, or when he made it clear that even one of the best frontmen of any band in the world right now (it also doesn’t hurt that his three-guitar army is one of the best bands working right now, either) has to deal with the woes of being a sweaty, slippery fellow in the middle of a Southern summer. The moment couldn’t have been better.

This band might be in your town soon. Go see them.

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The Best Of The Last

Portlandia Goes Out With A Bang

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The end is near. In mere days Portlandia wraps up its final season, and oh what a season it’s been. Lucky for you, you can watch the entire season right now right here and on the IFC app, including this free episode courtesy of Subaru.

But now, let’s take a moment to look back at some of the new classics Fred and Carrie have so thoughtfully bestowed upon us. (We’ll be looking back through tear-blurred eyes, but you do you.)

Couples Dinner

It’s not that being single sucks, it’s that you suck if you’re single.

Cancel it!

A sketch for anyone who has cancelled more appointments than they’ve kept. Which is everyone.

Forgotten America

This one’s a “Serial” killer…everything both right and wrong about true crime podcasts.

Wedding Planners

The only bad wedding is a boring wedding.

Disaster Hut

It’s only the end of the world if your doomsday kit doesn’t include rosé.

Catch up on Portlandia’s final episodes on demand and at

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Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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