So be it. At a rowdy show in 2008 Mr. Koenig sang a couple of songs with a well-regarded, profanely named Canadian punk band. He wore a plaid shirt and khakis, and kept them crisp even as damp moshers enveloped him.
Add it to the considerable list of Times Fucked Up shout-outs that somehow manage to not include the words “Fucked Up.” Nicely done. Because how many other well-regarded, profanely named Canadian punk bands are there? Do the Hot Nasties count?