Thank God

A jarring assault of opposing forces, Ice/Age is almost overbearing. As it stands, the album finds the likes of Daughters' unconcealed extremity colliding with almost Pink Floyd-inspired serenity, chaotic ramblings the Mars Volta made popular and harried blasts of noisecore rage. All of this is then channelled into one-minute assaults to drawn-out experimental epics topping the four-and-a-half-minute mark. In some strange way, it's eerily reminiscent of a modern day Pretties For You rubbing elbows with Child Abuse thanks to nonsensical fits of Tourette's, catchy, downplayed rhythms and endless feedback. Strange and virtually un-listenable, yet still quite entertaining for its artistic slant and straight-up oddity, one wonders who could come up with such jumbled nonsense, yet make it all fit together so neatly. Then names such as past bands like Guyana Punch Line and Antischism arise and it all makes such wonderfully sick sense.