THE ICARUS LINE Slave Vows theicarusline.com From Raymond Chandler to the Gun Club and X, L.A. artists have long written love-hate letters to their gunky, glitzy, hellhole of a paradise. “The rats are collecting underneath our floor,” Joe Cardamone sings on “City Job,” one of eight thrillingly bleak, burnt-black rock ’n’ roll bruisers on Icarus Line’s sixth album. As always, the band plunders from the finest drone- and stoner-rock sources,... 

THE ICARUS LINE Wildlife theicarusline.org Born and brined in L.A. sleaze, these garage-punk miscreants draw strength from defeat and depravity. (Sample titles: “We Sick,” “Sin Man Sick Blues,” “Like a Scab.”) Catch them at their thorniest, though, and they’re all shriek, fuzz and thrust: Iggy and the Stooges for the Sunset Strip.  Read More →