Iceage, Bellicose Minds, Still Caves, Sewers From Paris
13 NW 6th Ave.
[BUZZKILL BAND] The youth is getting restless in Denmark, apparently. In the last few years, a community of scowling, barely post-pubescent Danes making music as distraught and angry as its members look has developed out of Copenhagen. At the forefront of that scene is Iceage. The band plays a brand of scraping, blood-spurting punk so joyless it makes late-period Black Flag look like a circus troupe. On newly released second album You’re Nothing, singer Elias Bender Rønnenfelt rants like the kid in “Institutionalized,” except in a totally incomprehensible accent—his idea of a chorus is shouting “Pressure!” or “Excess!” over and over—while the rest of the group throws three simultaneous tantrums with their instruments which only seem to have a tenuous connection to what everyone else is playing. It’s certainly bracing, but it’s absolutely no fun, and cacophony without charm is a rough listen indeed.
Where: Star Theater
Address: 13 NW 6th Ave.