The Fucking Champs review

by Gena Perala

You have to have balls to call yourselves “The Fucking Champs”. I mean you better be able to bring the mother f***ing noise! This was my assumption stumbling down Granville Street to their Sep 7th show at the Plaza.


“They’re stoner metal… well, they’re not really metal”, “they’re rock…but not rock” were the vague, yet best descriptions my friends could give. I was already intrigued by the band name (you can’t beat it) so the fact that my “music head” friends couldn’t define this band had me sold.

Walking into the Plaza I ran into an old friend from Vancouver’s small punk scene, a local hipster, a few handlebar moustaches, some skaters, a western shirt, a “God is Great” shirt and thought…good crowd…this is going to be a good show (of course it had nothing to do with the shot of tequila a cute boy offered me…good crowd indeed).

“The Fucking Champs”, formerly “The Champs”, if you ask them why they changed their name their answer is “fuck you”…why question genius?!? came out riffs a’ blazing. Words that come to mind after seeing The Fucking Champs live are: Rock…not just rock, intelligent rock, often referred to as math rock, melodic patterns, burning riffs, tight as in together, and hard as in aggressive. This largely instrumental band, an occasional vocal was added for good measure, comprising of 2 lead guitars and a drummer create such a full sound, it’s nearly orchestral, (if that’s a word).



Their time changes are almost frustrating as you find yourself wanting to dance but not quite able to find the rhythm because once you’ve got it, they’ve seamlessly changed it again. I don’t know if that’s a plus or a negative, regardless The Fucking Champs are all about the music. There’s no stage show, no presence, no banter. They play hard, they play well and then everybody goes home. It’s unfortunate actually, because after reading their hate mail replies which can be found on their website (check it out) these are the kind of guys I would want to hang out with and get a little ummm…banter.

None the less, their complete lack of stage personality only adds to their charm. Confirms the fact that they are serious about music if nothing else. Did they bring the noise? Yes, in a much more mature way than I expected. The Fucking Champs latest album is VI their tour dates and hate mail can be found on their website www.thefuckingchamps.com.


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