David Comes To Life, a rock opera, by Fucked Up is by far the best thing I’ve listened to this year.

Here’s a slice of why:

If this was a perfect world every time you press play on that video a ripple would crash across YouTube and eradicate everything else, suck the air from the lungs of every idiot product placement humping piece of worthless shit and leave them flopping on your keyboard like fish at the end of a Faith No More video.

It also taps into the same happy place I get taken to every time I hear this:

The Pitchfork review of David Comes To Life is well worth a read:

The story of David Comes to Life is fairly complicated and, at points, heavily meta. It concerns a factory worker named David Eliade who falls in love with a woman named Veronica Boisson. They conspire to build a bomb together and death, destruction, and redemption follow; along the way, the story’s narrator does battle with David for control of the plot.

Tricky narrative, concept album, Thatcherite Britain and music that leaves you bruised.

Fuck. Yeah.