The Icarus Line
Black Lives At The Golden Coast
Dim Mak
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While I cannot speak for the rest of Los Angeles, I’ll say The Icarus Line has always been a conundrum to me. Are they hometown heroes or Hollywood zeroes? Is it all a lot of hype, sweat, blood, and pointlessly bad behavior? Or is it art punk, classic rock, and genuine hard work? The new album attempts to clarify a few of these nagging questions—thank gosh!

If the press bio is to be believed, this is a work of “brutal rhythmic force and muscular, distortion-fueled guitar attacks. And, according to frontman Joe Cardamone, “Black Lives is dedicated to our circle of friends—it’s a document of this dark era that we’ve all been living through for the last couple of years. So there you go. If you wanna hear about a lot of pointlessly bad behavior set to a “roar of squalling noise then—by all means—go out and get this album. Otherwise, they still can’t make up their minds whether they wanna be The Stooges or The Cure.—Arlie Carstens