Philly punks Nothing are back from the brink with a new record that draws on some really, really bad times.
Icarus Line : London Camden Barfly
The Icarus Line can't help but sound nasty
But now… now they look ill. Ill and nasty; uniformly red eyed, with pasty complexions and lank, matted hair straying over their collars. As soon as they grind into super slo-mo newie 'The Big Sleep' everything becomes clear: The Icarus Line are no longer even vaguely a punk band, whatever you want that to mean. Locking instead into a heavy-lidded pizza 'n' late night TV stoner-rock sound, the new material mines a noble seam of nod music. 'Kiss Like Lizards' has the heavy, resigned repetition of Jason Pierce's pre-Spiritualized drone maestros Spacemen 3, while the saucer-eyed space-rock of 'Getting Bright At Night' is almost reminiscent of early Verve - except with better drugs and worse hair.
Still, The Icarus Line have the good sense to pepper their lengthy drug-jam leanings - wah wah, repetition - with brief, coruscating blasts like 'Feed A Cat To Your Cobra', a song built on the simplest, brashest riff imaginable. Because even at their most laid-back, The Icarus Line can't help but sound nasty.
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