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The Icarus Line
PENANCE SOIREE
(V2)
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Until recently, Southern California’s the Icarus Line were better known for bad behavior than for bad-ass rock and roll. Like at South by Southwest back in 2002, when guitarist Aaron North took out his frustrations on a glass case containing a Stevie Ray Vaughan guitar at Austin’s Hard Rock Café. Or more recently when the band took credit for spraypainting "$ellout$" on the Strokes tour bus. Fortunately, they’ve also channeled some of their excess energy into creating Buddyhead, a label/Web ’zine that’s released two outstanding compilations: 2003’s Gimme Skelter (featuring an inspired Iggy Pop tearing Moby a new asshole on the opening "New York City Is Beating Its Chest . . . Again") and this year’s two-disc Buddyhead Suicide sampler (which includes an equally inspired Dillinger Escape Plan tongue-in-ass-cheek cover of "Rebel Yell" as well as pricelessly brutal prank phone calls to the likes of Strokes publicist Jim Merlis and the manager of Boston’s the Explosion).

On their debut for V2, the Icarus Line back up the bluster with 13 tracks of hard-to-classify, garage-grown hard rock that owes as much to the search-and-destroy Stooges as it does to the bloodletting of early My Bloody Valentine. The closest you’ll come to a model for this music is the souped-up yet strangely subtle sonic blueprints John Reis drew for the Drive like Jehu/Rocket from the Crypt double whammy he delivered in the mid ’90s. Drums bash, singers scream, blood curdles, and big fat Jesus Lizard bass lines tear into two guitars roaring back and forth at each other in a pissing match no one’s ever going to win. And then, when you least expect it, singer Joe Cardamone gets a little gushy about some girl drinking vodka in the bathroom against a restrained backdrop of tenderized blooze guitars and maraca shaking. As touching as "Spike Island" is, it’s even more fun to hear Cardamone drop an f-bomb or two on NYC with the swagger of a young Iggy Pop in "White Devil." That’s more the Icarus Line’s style.

(The Icarus Line open for Dead Meadow this Friday, July 2, downstairs at the Middle East, 480 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square; call 617-864-EAST.)

BY MATT ASHARE


Issue Date: July 2 - 8, 2004
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