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Brand new album from LA hellions, the Icarus Line, is quite possibly their best album yet. Harking back to the fury of Mono, the fire of Pennance Soiree and dragging the swagger out of the Black Lives / Wild Life albums, 'Slave Vows' is quite simply a fearsome vitriolic rock and roll outpouring that starts, and never lets up for every 45 minutes of Stoogian styled glory. Evoking Funhouse, Everything Went Black, Goats Head Soup and Maggotbrain in one fell swoop, it could be said that the Icarus Line have finally made the album they set out on making in 2001... this is not for the fainthearted! Some of these songs were blooded on their support slot with Killing Joke on their European tour in 2012, this album also features the best rhythm section the band have had (new drummer Ben Hallett and original bassist Lance Arnao completely NAIL IT!), underpinning the white hot guitar flow from singer/leader Joe Cardamone, the songs..ebb, and flow, slash and burn...cauterizing any that stand in their way. This is pure rock and roll hellfire distilled onto vinyl and CD... first 250 LPs on coloured vinyl w/ DL codes/poster CD is digipak.
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On another note, have you ever wished last year's massive Swans opus The Seer was somewhat more pocket-sized? Joe Cardamone is for all intents and purposes The Icarus Line these days and clearly he has done, in part creating just that here. The militaristic "City Job", for example, cruises into town guns blazing like some swarthy desperado, its crunching metal riffs ripped straight from Michael Gira's raw bosom. When the epic, eleven-minute opener eventually subsides from heavy repeats, drone and crackling feedback, Cardamone wearily croaks his way through the tension like Gira at his most unhinged too.
Slave Vows is far from aural fan-fic however. Cardamone has been in the game too long for such tawdry activity, and, now that's he's principally working alone - lead, rhythm, the works - he can stamp the LP with as little concession for populist motifs as he sees fit. As such, the guitar-work on "Dead Body" alternates between wailing and serrated, helping to usher in a veil of hard rock channelled directly from its aesthetic heyday over which a very angry Cardamone scorches his lungs with sound.Read more ›