The bright, hot afternoon sun does not seem ideal for Iceage’s brooding, bruising, post-apocalyptic post-punk. But that’s how I witnessed the young Danes at Pitchfork Music Festival last year, forging ahead in the face of broken amps with the stoic discipline (and maybe ideology?) of a fascist regime.
Better to see them at a bar. Thursday they’ll play Ace of Cups in the wake of You’re Nothing, a sophomore LP that expands Iceage’s palette from black, blue and purple to black, orange and red. It’s primal, powerful stuff, spouting disaffection as adeptly with exhilarating speed (“Coalition”) as with thudding, sardonic hardcore balladry (“Where’s your morals?!” goes the coda).
The Unholy 2, Nervosas and Messrs open Thursday’s show.
Kristian Emdal photo