The Danish hardcore boys in Iceage spent their teen years as punk purists – the kind who think it’s cool to sell knives at the merch table. So it’s a jolt to hear them open up on their superb third album: a classic case of punk wolfboys who discover girls and lose their religion. Elias Bender Rønnenfelt moans about temptations of the flesh, as the band goes for grand goth balladry in the Bunnymen mode. In the rockabilly rave ”The Lord’s Favorite,” Rønnenfelt falls under the spell of a high-heeled seductress and realizes he’s in a world of trouble he never imagined. Poor kid – it was safer playing with knives.