The kids in Iceage keep coming back to America. They're road dogs, basically. Playing a billion shows in houses and clubs and record stores. It's the kind of grind a band that sounds like this should have, except Iceage are already much more popular than a lot of their peers. Watching this video of scenes from their endless tour makes us want to be teenagers in a band, too young to drink legally in America, playing shoddy house shows and stageless warehouse spaces. "You're Blessed" is a great song, the fact that their hearts are so deeply in this is just a bonus.
