The scene, moments before all insanity breaks loose.

Fucked Up
Rogan Store
October 14-October 15
Photos by Rebecca Smeyne

It's hour one here at Fucked Up's 12-hour stand at the Bowery Lane Theatre, er, the Rogan Store, and SOTC is on swarm. Soon to come: Vivian Girls, Gods & Queens, and some ridiculous other individuals we're not yet allowed to mention but might happen to be in certain iconic college-rock bands, past and present...

"This may be the best moment in Fucked Up, or the dumbest moment in Fucked Up."

That represents about a third of the entire available space in the store--words cannot describe how vile with sweat and odor this place will be by midnight.

The shirt came off by the second song; two songs later, Pink Eyes was on the floor. No idea what state dude is in now.

Note the absurdly long setlist: 35 Fucked Up songs, counting the 45-minute "Year of the Pig," plus covers--including, already, "Smells Like Teen Spirit."

It took all of no time at all for a moshpit to break out...there is, so far, nothing comfortable at all about this show. It's quite savage.

And when the kids start moving, there's nowhere to hide.

I can only imagine how destroyed this man's face will be by 2am.

Yes, already. Note the intraband confusion.

Yes! Chain of Strength t-shirt! Also seen: Melt Banana, From Ashes Rise...presumable firsts in the hallowed Rogan confines.

Quote: "This is going to be the best slash worst slash most entertaining Fucked Up show ever." 10 hours to go. Watch out for the Colt 45 spray.