Iceage may have added piano splash for sophomore snarl You’re Nothing, but these great Danes still rock like a hardcore mosh pit in a blizzard. Elias Bender Rønnenfelt is clearly upset about a number of things, but what he’s saying is much less important than how he’s saying it: Every artfully fumbled verse hits like a fist thrust skyward, a stone smashing a window, a dog turd smeared on somebody else’s bedroom door. If pulse-pounders like “Wounded Hearts” are whip-smart punk parties, Rønnenfelt’s the reveling Pied Piper follows to the corner store for chips and beef jerky afterwards.

Fri., Jan. 25, 8 p.m., 2013