The Good Will Social Club is proud to present:

w/ Low Life

Tuesday, June 23, 2015
The Good Will Social Club
625 Portage Ave.
Doors 9pm
Show 10pm

Advance Tickets are $15 and go on sale Thursday, March 5 at Music Trader, The Good Will and

About Iceage:

Plowing Into The Field Of Love is the third album from Copenhagen’s Iceage. It is new, bold and forceful. Channeling the rage and emotion of their tempestuous early releases into finely honed musicianship, Plowing Into The Field of Love features piano, mandolin, viola and organ atop Johan Suurballe-Wieth’s razor-sharp guitars and the lolloping, synchronized rhythm section of Jacob Tvilling Pless and Dan Kjær Nielsen. The record has a clear, uncompressed sound, and Elias Bender Rønnenfelt’s desperate vocals are out front, nakedly accountable for the words.

On this album, Rønnenfelt sings of what it is like to be out in the world, dizzy with its offerings, perched on a plateau of false confidence, bliss, fantasy and delirious self-denial. The autobiographical “Forever,” for which Iceage have shared the video today, begins with a pretty repetitive motif over the words, “I always had the sense that I was split in two,” and climaxes with a sunburst of horns recalling South African spiritual jazz great Mongezi Feza: “If I could dive into the other, I’d lose myself forever.” At the other extreme, the album evokes a sort of euphoria, especially in the unexpectedly upbeat country number “The Lord’s Favorite.” Yet desperation and loss lurks behind. This is an album about seeing, learning, and rejecting things, in a cycle that repeats and builds. The reference points are wildly varied, but the sound is uniquely and darkly Iceage as the record fights with itself, in the story it tells, and the sound it makes. It is not, however, a remotely difficult record. It is the anthemic sound of a band in motion, unafraid of change, filled with curiosity, musicality and ambition.

Opening for Iceage is Australia’s Low Life.

Diamond Boyz says that Low Life’s debut “Dogging” is “An uncategorizable yet instantly intimidating mess of snarling post punk, gripping Murder Punk, and exhilarating synth pop, seamlessly interwoven into eight songs of lascivious madness, perfectly unaffected yet slovenly vocals and some of the realest punk music you’re going to hear anywhere else this year. The unsettling kind of punk music where you really have to watch your back, the real sound of dangerous people playing to the demons in their heads as their only way to not claw through humanity like monstrosities of the lowest order.”


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