On their buzzed-to-death Domino debut, the three young Brits in Test Icicles create democratically cacophonous sound. Each song is a squealing gas fire of hardcore intensity and horror-punk braggadocio. But within seconds, the seemingly straightforward (read: meat-headed) tunes burn to the ground, revealing curious but confident shards of post-punk and beat-heavy faux-hop. What the band lacks in polish, it makes up for in zeal, with 15 relentless battles between vocalist Rory Aggwelt‘s piercing bleat, fat, sequenced drums, and the metallic ghost story his carefully coiffed compatriots weave.