1. Sink Venice (EP Version)
2. At The Lodge (EP Version)
3. Escalate (EP Version)
Released on Fantastic Plastic, on CD only, limited to 1000 copies. 500 cds entitled sink venice and 500 cds entitled sinking venice.
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bleed music
It's about time a band as damn good as this crept out...
As equally built on passion as reaction and gasping vitriol. Rampaging in upon some stolen Fall bassline, 'Sink Venice' then dips into some very early Scarfo offcut with a touch of underlying Sonic Youth slantedness but even more blisteringly sharp and far more to the fucking point. It never once pauses for breath, indeed it gets even more twisted and fired up as every second passes. And in less than three minutes it marks Ikara Colt out as one of the most exciting & promising groups to emerge from this largely bloodless year so far. As well as thoroughly justifying the fact they're named after two types of gun with such a fast & deadly, destructive & thirsty sound.
The extra tracks are no slacker either. In particular, 'Escalate' sounds like the band are being held with knives to their throats if they don't tear through at anything less than full throttle, whilst Paul Resende belligerently volleys the vocals at you as if they were a manifesto.
In other words, the kind of to-the-point, no messing around fury you want from a geetar band in this day in age where you’re being sold short by the press with unremarkable passionless tosh like The Strokes. Music that matters. And then there's their list of likes and hates printed in the press last week - i think i'm in love. More soon, please. (Pete Flynn)
kerrang!
In an extremely slow week for this column, Ikara colt are able to stride atop the Single Of The Week mantle with grace and ease due to the fact that 'Sink Venice', their debut single sounds like a band who are absolutely piss drunk. And I do mean piss drunk; piss drunk like The Cramps - to whom Ikaca Colt's frenetic shambles of a sound owes at least a stiff drink - The Pogues or any other band who require the help of a mikestand to remain upright. It helps of course that 'Sink Venice' is also soused in a certain style, as if Ikara Colt understand that it takes craft and care to sound this chaotic, that not any old Bourbon breath band could make something like this, somenthing that sounds as if anything could happen. Quite exciting, all told.
nme
There's been a vicious rumour going around for the last 20 years or so that the fall made some half-decent records and that Mark E Smith could 'sing'. Now we know who you are and you should be ashamed of yourselves- its idle tittle-tattle like this that makes impresionable youngsters like Ikara colt think it's alright to hawk up a bit of shouty punk mayhem that only needs half a chorus as long as they can sing it with a mouth full of cold custard.It might be alright for chanting down the next global warming rally (er, shouldn't that be 'Save Venice' by the way?) but it wont wash round here. I blame the parents. And Ikara colt's parents are clearly both John Peel. (Mark Beaumont)
playlouder
Roaring forth to nab the PlayLouder Single Of The Week gong, thank their dead hamster and then vomit all over the podium are sneering new firecrackers Ikara Colt, possessed as they are of a) a remarkably pleasing moniker and b) a genuinely fresh and exciting noise. 'Sink Venice', out on Fantastic Plastic, is a no-messing Fall-on-the-floor art-punk wallop of a single. Singer Paul Resende has a voice like a viciously crumpled shirt, flung on in defiance of the tyranny of ironing - in other, more comprehensible terms, a louche shouty synthesis of Mark E. Smith and Trail Of Dead's Conrad Keely. Drummer Dominic Young reinforces that last reference in second track 'At The Lodge', by thrashing out hyperactive rolls that dominate the song rather than back it up. Third track 'Escalate' is like a Sex Pistol right in your gob. Nod your acquiescence, carefully. They're not afraid to use it. (Sarah Bee)
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