Channeling the rage and emotion of their tempestuous, early releases into finely-honed musicianship, this third LP from Copenhagen, Denmark's Iceage features mandolin, viola, piano and organ atop the razor-sharp guitars, lolloping rhythm section and desperate vocals out front. At the other extreme, the album tends to a sort of euphoria, especially in the unexpectedly upbeat country number "The Lord's Favorite," and even humor. Yet desperation and loss lurk behind. This is an album about seeing, learning and rejecting things, in a cycle that repeats and builds. The sound is uniquely and darkly Iceage.
