The Icarus Line

The Icarus Line are one of those bands that just don't seem to have a place. Like Mínus and Cave In they've straddled genres and carved niches, looking for all the world on the cusp of breaking through, before gradually retreating from the limelight. By now most would presume that Penance Soiree, their second full-length in 2004, would be their magnum opus unchallenged as they drifted into total darkness. Then along comes Slave Vows.

The Hollywood quartet's fifth album is a different beast to their earliest offerings, more willing to take the foot off the pedal and less desperate for attention than what has come before it, and yet it is still wrought with the same uneasy, primal energy. The intro of opener 'Dark Circles', feedback giving way to cascading basslines and drums that threaten to explode for what feels like an eternity, is very reminiscent of the opening chapter of Hookworms' recent debút Pearl Mystic and fans of that will almost certainly be fans of this; a similarly irresistible mix of good old fashioned rock 'n roll, garage, punk, krautrock and the occasional glimpses of prog, shoegaze and country. The good stuff.

There is a definite 'warts and all' feel to Slave Vows. It's gritty and doesn't apologise for it, and nor does it try to make amends. 'Dead Body' struggles valiantly for minutes on end as its monstrous Kyuss-esque desert-rock riff is pummelled by squeals and discordance, whilst the plug is pulled on the following 'No Money Music' the moment it begins to climax past a palm-muted chug.

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