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Iceage, Plowing Into the Field of Love (Matador Records)
CD Reviews: October 30, 2014

10/30/14



 Basically a New York Dolls for the texting age, this Danish punk band’s incoherent drawling about nasty messy stuff is ultimately buoyed by simple-stupid prettiness underneath, through gentle jangle (“The Lord’s Favorite”) or loping post-rock noise (“How Many”). One could describe it as a sexy person’s idea of Violent Femmes, or a drunken-hipster’s Doors, but there’s no avoiding comparing singer Elias Rønnenfelt’s voice to David Johansen’s, or even Nick Cave’s, while I’m at it — OK, imagine Julian Casablancas guzzling a fifth of Nyquil and that ought to about nail it. Overall you’re looking at disembodied but workable post-rock fever dreams, but much like Black Lips there’s a skewed Quentin Tarantino side to their vision, evidenced by the outlaw-mariachi rocker “Glassy Eyed, Dormant And Veiled” — plenty of ideas here, in other words, and enough guttural bombast to keep the Lips from not feeling any need to look over their shoulders. AEric W. Saeger






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