The second record from Toronto's hardcore wunderkinds Fucked Up is a dense, orchestral effort containing an expansive epic about the mysteries of birth, death, and the origins of life. Merging elements of hardcore songwriting with up to 70 tracks of guitars, organs, winds, and vocals, the songs are iconoclastic and startling, with Pink Eyes' growling vocals front and center. Though Fucked Up remain punks at heart, if quixotically diverse ones, they have created a great, weird, heavy record that stubbornly sticks in your brain and your heart.