The Details

Iceage

You're Nothing

Two years ago, Danish rockers Iceage were scheduled for a cave show—yeah, in an actual cave, in the mountains southwest of Las Vegas—before getting rerouted to Reno. It’s a crime it never happened, because listening to second album You’re Nothing, it’s tough to think of a band better suited to play among unsteady boulders and jagged stalactites.

Where 2011 debut New Brigade established the young quartet’s flair for chaotic, stylistically swerving mayhem, You’re Nothing cements Iceage as an act whose bite lives up to its blogosphere buzz. The unrelenting 29-minute charge feels equally indebted to ’80s hardcore, ’90s noise-rock and arty post-punk, with messy, grinding production just beneath its surface.

Highlights? Whichever of the 12 tracks happens to be playing, but especially the album’s midsection—the howling “Burning Hand,” addictive call-to-action “In Haze” and the Iceage equivalent of a slow jam, “Morals.” Head to LA or San Diego the last weekend in March to hear them live, or pump ’em through your headphones while exploring rocky terrain closer to home.