Review of You're Nothing

"Morals", track number six in the lineup, is a cover of "The last chance," a piece of Mina dated 1965, here interpreted in a hardcore punk. Yes Punk. And hardcore. Type the Black Flag. Indeed, just like Black Flag. Muscular, sweaty and furious. Because, believe it or not, this is what are the Iceage: a hardcore punk band dry, with a sound that is thirty years that we do not feel so good out of the speakers, as dirty as Rollins commands. A band that came to have the luxury of coverizzare Mina. Do not Adele. Not whomever: Mina. Our Mina. Iceage are the Danes, four boys in Copenhagen. They are very young, are on the second disc (the first with Matador, which saw the debut, has seen fit to accaparrarseli on the fly) and in recent years are the head of a punk movement called "New Way of Danish Fuck You". Thus, among other things. Outspoken.
"You're nothing"? twelve pieces, twenty-eight minutes. "Ecstasy" is an intro cut throat, sbraitata. Full blown chaos distorted. "Coalition" like something out of "Damaged". First note: Iceage, since the start, they put on weight. As the production is (again), however, essential and intended only to place much emphasis on the soul of the sound rude, the bundles of muscles are better delineated, much more than in the past, the difference in impact compared to the first "New brigade "is clear. Massive: The Matador Iceage pounding and he thought well not to put any limit, rather encourage them. White paper. "Interlude" more than a break is a run-up to the distorted post punk explosion fast-track "Burning hand in" and "haze". And here are the head of the beautiful Cloud Nothing "Attack on Memory", but in version angry. Dylan Baldi got punched by a gang of Vikings. The urgency is the same, the desire to tear up the melody idem. Not to mention the discomfort. Will like (a lot) with Steve Albini. Second note: all the pieces of "You're nothing" have a reason to be totally independent yet connected with the rest of the disc. "Everything drifts" and "Wounded hearts", say, two pieces can shine on his own (I do not feel right to call individual) but are even more sense when placed in the context of the twelve pieces. Are the culmination of a parable emotional and unique episodes at the same time. Two punches go particularly to sign in the middle of a fight furious that, guaranteed, within ten minutes you put the mat. Ten minutes to four other pieces: "It might hit first," hardcore nihilist and black as pitch, "Rodfæstet" the razor punk, "Awake", the "ballad" disillusioned, and "You're nothing," the cry desperate, ferocious charges bluntly: "We were the same / They all go on without shame / You're nothing."

In a time when the rule of the middle way (not to say mediocrity) to command, the Iceage have taken another path. Do not send her to say, of course not: the slam you in the face, their truth, and that makes "You're nothing" disc (finally) border, extreme, uncompromising, whether with the melody, with the market or you name it. I repeat: twelve pieces, twenty-eight minutes. Absolute, violent, shocking. For myself one of the albums of the year.

TRACKLIST

"Ecstasy"
"Coalition"
"Interlude"
"Burning hand"
"In haze"
"Morals"
"Everything drifts"
"Wounded Hearts"
"It might hit first"
"Rodfæstet"
"Awake"
"You're nothing"