Iceage are a punk band constantly accompanied by a frenzied buzz, writ large in blood, vomit and excrement (maybe). A Danish newspaper called them "teenage punks full of anger and anxiety" – probably enough to get all other right thinking Danish teens interested. They are the talk of the blogosphere and, if some online tastemakers are to be believed, these Danish teenagers are the saviours of punk (whatever that means).

So, wipe away the hype and what have you got? Well, you get a band who have fashioned the rage and frustration of youth into a 12 track record that is all over in a rapid and frenetic 25 minutes. ‘New Brigade’ barely gives you time to catch your breath but while Iceage appear to be chaotic (in the best sense of the word) they know exactly what they’re doing. Post-punk and hardcore elements are melded together to create a barrage of sound – this is a frantic album of spiky, guitars, clattering drums and barely intelligible lyrics.

‘Collapse’s’ guitar screech backdrops Elias Bender Ronnenfelt’s shouts of ‘holding on’, as if he’s trying desperately to do just that. ‘Rotting Heights’ is rolling drums and gothic guitars. Sharpened guitars and buzzing rhythms are everywhere and they know how to hold a song together. You just need to listen to ‘Remember’ is just one great example of this. There are choruses here as well. ‘Broken Bones’, maybe the most accessible thing on the record, roars with jagged guitars and sounds like a band playing as they fall down the stairs before they get to a chorus that sticks in your head like a knife.

New Brigade was recorded in four days and by the end of the record it sounds like there isn’t an ounce of energy left in them, like they’ve poured everything they have into the record. They’re not the saviours of punk, they could never be. But this is a powerful, breathless album that perfectly captures that feeling of being young and impotent and using music to try and do something about it. And that feels important right now.