Lunging from the wreckage where the pedal-to-the-metal motorways of punk, hardcore, thrash and metal collide come Copenhagen’s Iceage. Deploying these genres’ mightier attributes and ditching their clichés, Iceage appear to owe most to hardcore’s hoarse righteousness until repeat listens reveal they sound more like an accelerated version of The Drones’ sound-squall. Such is the oppressive atmosphere Iceage create – and then rail against –that their reaches for nuance, melody and self-expression feel at once heroic and doomed.
Punching out 12 tracks in 28 minutes, You’re Nothing is a reminder yoga isn’t the only way to excise the mind’s clutter. By no means a desk-listening experience, there’s also an excellent chance they’d be brutally good live.