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| Ikara colt – Basic Instructions EP Fantastic Plastic released 30.09.02 For a band that told us that they "can’t just keep giving the same thing", 'Bring It To Me' is just that, and a little disapointing. It could have been any track off Chat And Business. But while it's certainly no great loss (Ikara colt - they kick ass. period.) its hardly a step toward the revolution. The two remixes of 'May B 1 Day' move the 'colt into Trans Am territory, scratchy guitars and kicking drumbeat electronified, and it's a territory that suits them well. While garage rock is starting to splutter and choke on its own exhaust fumes, a cruel Darwinian senario will come about - either these bands start evolving from the primordial three chord spit soup or they'll face extinction at the fickle hands of fashion. Ikara colt can do this easily, after all they were out there pushing kid's self destruct buttons before The Scene With No Name never had a name. And there it is, on the third track. Ikara colt evolving. 'Don't They Know' is the best fucking track on the EP, obliterating that earlier niggle with its fuzz fucking electro buzz guitars and Paul singing, yes, SINGING intelligent call to arms lyrics. AND MY GOD IS DOM SOME KIND OF DRUMMING ANDROID?? 'Panic' has the same problem as the first track, but fuck it, it's just an EP, a stop gap, so I'm going to stop being so critical and just say Ikara colt still remain possibly THE most vital band in Britain. Rachel. |
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