HARDCORE PUNK FROM ICED – ‘DON’T MEAN SHIT’

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Iced - Don't Mean Shit

Fronted by Elle Belfatto, Iced dropped Don’t Mean Shit a minute ago, featuring 7-tracks of in-your-face kick-it-in-the-shins punk music.

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Belfatto told Eugene Weekly, “Hardcore challenges you to become a better you — and on the flipside, it’s a lot of fun.”

Punk is all about bliss, the bliss of not giving a fuck about what’s in vogue or not in vogue. Punk doesn’t care what’s fashionable or “in.” According to some, punk is all about perspective, an attitude. Others define pun as a state of mind. Punk grew out of garage rock and hard rock, bolstered by rough and tough guitars, lots of distortion, and a DIY attitude bordering on the asylum-esque, i.e. let’s do it our way.

Iced perfectly mirrors this brash way of thinking. It’s like their bound up in the middle of the Gordian Knot. To get out, they adopt the simple method of brute force, aka The Big Hammer Methodology.

You’ve got Elle on vocals; Josh on guitar; Kenny on bass; and Jordan on drums. That’s Iced.

The title track cooks with gas, spewing out ferocious energy like a wood chopping machine, as Belfatto lays out the lyrics in no uncertain terms.

Fine ass tracks include “Cool Points,” brimming with snarling, dirty guitars, thrashing percussion, and Belfatto’s barking tones, like a rabid dog letting you know you’d better back the hell off. Tempo changes range from slow and muscular to thrash metal alacrity.

“ICED” starts off with rumbling drums pursued by raging guitars exuding angry energy and blistering heat. Pure sonic bedlam is the thrust of this tune, and it smashes home with nuclear force. Feedback and a snapping high-hat open “Counterfeit.” Rampaging guitars, along with Belfatto’s boho butch commie Mafioso timbres slap the lyrics in your face. Eat this, mofo! And if you don’t like it, tough darts, farmer.

The title track cooks with gas, spewing out ferocious energy like a wood chopping machine, as Belfatto lays out the lyrics in no uncertain terms.

“You’re a fucking monster / Stay away from me / No sympathy or compassion / Your sorrys don’t mean shit.”

“Don’t Mean Shit” is totally radical, discharging unbridled exhibitionism, reckless dynamism, and cultural dislocation. Iced never takes their eyes off the target.

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