The Icebergs – The Icebergs
Pure chaos consumes the madness that is the Iceberg’s self-titled effort. Distortion laden and downright demented the Icebergs are constrained by nothing. Roaming through vast terrain the way that the songs unfold feels quite liberating. Noise, punk, industrial, all of these and more are thrown into a vast caldron of sound. Structure exists in a unique way, as these are pieces to be built up and torn asunder. By opting for such a loose approach the Icebergs are able to inject quite a bit of humor by subverting listener expectations for riffs, melody, and consistency. The jumping around of sound shows off an intense desire to sculpt fascinating new aural universes.
“The Ballad of Prancing Rat” sets the tone for what follows. Beginning with an extremely sarcastic sample the song devolves into outright madness. Pure sheets of noise define “Initiation By Ice Spikes”. Slick electroclash emerges out of the strangely concise “Alien Dance Party”. Adhering to a Black Dice informed groove at first eventually the song devolves into outright ambient strangeness. Loose and free is the jazz-inflected “South Broadway Blues”. Spacious in scope is the eerie atmospheres of “Real”. Downright insane is the intensity of “Stations”. Continuing this quieter mood is the carefully crafted minimalism of “Under the Iceberg”. Tapping into a surreal form of psychedelic rock is the album closer “Susannah in Sedona (Don’t Wish Over the Dead River)”.
With each piece existing as its own unique entity the Icebergs create a constantly surprising and shifting sea of sound on their self-titled album.