When you’re a hardcore punk outfit, non-conformity comes with the territory. But there’s smashing the rule book and then there’s shredding it, dousing it in petrol, flicking a lit match at it and then cackling over the ensuing inferno: it's fair to say F*cked Up took the latter approach when writing David Comes To Life. With impressive audacity, the Toronto sextet have widened their scope to unleash what they’re terming a “rock opera”. An ambitious, cyclical love story that's divided into four acts and clocks in at a little under an hour and 20, this complex behemoth of an album is a riot of unbridled riffery and boasts more massive hooks than Captain Birdseye’s entire fleet combined.