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Iceage | Friday | 11 p.m.
When singer Elias Bender Rønnenfelt moans the opening lines "The world was once seen burning in my eyes just as it is in yours," it might as well be a message directed to him many moons ago. Just four years since the then-teenaged Danish quartet unleashed its incendiary debut New Brigade, Rønnenfelt and Iceage have drowned the tightly coiled punk of their younger selves in a whisky soaked, Pogues-styled sprawl.
Their latest, Plowing Through the Field of Love, even sounds like an all night bender, growing sloppier, darker and more interesting as it stumbles on. The band has also undergone a similar transformation playing live, particularly with the emergence of Rønnenfelt as one of punk's most captivating frontmen — preening, howling and careening across stage.