1. Bring It To Me
2. May B 1 Day #2
3. Your Vain Attempts
4. Panic
5. May B 1 Day
Ikara Colt released the 5 track Basic Instructions EP on 30th September 2002.
The EP was available on CD and ltd 7" double pack in the UK and was released through Fantastic Plastic. The EP also recieved a US release on Epitaph Records, this version also included the "May B 1 Day" video.
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REVIEWS 1:
aversion.com
Term limits: They were a defining issue in politics in the late ’90s. Congressmen, senators, representatives in state legislatures and city councilmembers blew a lot of wind about the need for term limits, many swearing they’d retire from politics after a mere two terms. Now it’s 2003, and those officials who promised an early shelf life are reneging on their promises. Usually, they cite “unfinished work.”
Ikara Colt’s made a term-limit pledge of its own. While it doesn’t hold some minor representative title, it’s repeatedly promised to dissolve within five years to keep its music from stagnating. It formed in 1999, and had its first single two years later. One way or another, if that promise is kept, the band’s days are numbered. If it keeps up with releases such as the Basic Instructions EP, though, it won’t have any business left unfinished to tempt it to weasel out of its commitments like its political counterparts have.
Although the British act only comes forth with three new songs and a reworking of “May B 1 Day” from its 2002 Chat and Business, Ikara Colt gets more done on this EP than many of its contemporaries do in a couple years. Taking art-school inventiveness, the band moves and shakes punk into new forms. More in line with the much ballyhooed New York scene than the rest of the Epitaph Roster, Ikara Colt outdoes itself with this album. Instead of rattling the same old cages that every other punk act does, the band turns to new directions. From the electronic dance beat that propels “May B 1 Day #2” as if it were the bastard child of Le Tigre and McLusky to the noisy racket of “Bring It To Me” that’s one part (International) Noise Conspiracy and one part art-rock headache, Basic Instructions doesn’t waste its time trying to convince listeners it’s a product of Southern California. Throw in a minimalist number that takes eighth-note bass lines reminiscent of Joy Division and merges them with foreboding electronics, and it’s pretty clear that with this EP, Ikara Colt’s ready to take the classic fuck-it-up punk ethos in any direction it sees fit.
Self-destruction? That’s a thing to worry about with the future. One thing’s for sure, however, if Ikara Colt doesn’t pull a term-limits trick on its fans, it’s going to leave a pretty darn slick body of work to cover its casket if everything from here on out delivers the promise of Basic Instructions. - (Matt Schild)
REVIEWS 2:
bedlam society
Ikara Colt are one of those bands currently not riding the rock resurgence trend, but helplessly lumped along with it. Though that works to their advantage as there’s no way that this record (or their previous effort “Chat And Business”) would have gotten this much exposure if said fad didn’t exist. As an example, they recently finished off a tour with Sweden’s own darlings of hype, the Sahara Hotnights, which should give you an idea of the magnitude of their wrath. Regardless, this UK based four-piece choose to delve and appropriate obscurity by tasting more from acts like The Fall or Wire, rather then crudely bite style from historical rock legends like all the others do.
“Basic Instructions” is more of a five-song remix single with b-sides rather than brand new material. The spotlight on this effort is the song “May B 1 Day” which ironically I found to be one of the weaker tracks from their previous full-length, yet somehow takes priority on this record. The original version is included, not to mention an “electro” remix and also an entertaining video (playable in a PC or MAC). Incorporated amongst all of that are three previously unreleased or new songs that set to bide time between renditions of the focal point.
“Bring It To Me” opens this EP and starts things off along the same lines as “Chat And Business” rifling off a quick tense, punk-inspired garage ditty. From there they explore more of a Sonic Youth feel on “Don’t They Know” as the chorus rings heavily of Thurston Moore inspired octaves and posturing. The final unreleased cut is ironically titled “Panic” yet is unfortunately not a cover of The Smiths classic (which I was hoping it would be). Despite the title confusion this song is a step up from the others as it’s uncompromising guitar feedback and blasting tempo are powerful and by far their strongest effort yet.
As thematically carried from their uniform artwork, this release seems to be a continuation of where “Chat And Business” left off. It is not much of a new departure or change in direction stylistically, however serves as a subtle indication of their broader possibilities. It is not essential as it’s mainly a glorified single but is worth the bang for your buck if you’re into what these UK ambassadors are all about.
cosmic debris
Giddy-up Colt. Striking while the iron's hot, at least while the fickle public is receptive to punk beyond skateboards, these spastic Brits deliver a quick aural fix before the next big platter comes to batter us senseless. Taking all that was good from the intelligencia of the late seventies UK music scene (Wire, The Fall, Joy Division), Ikara Colt offer up twitchy math punk like their skinny ties are too tight. Comes with a clever little video - in black and white of course. Keep it coming boys.
caustic truths
Hello, did Billy Idol have children and make them form a band to support his empire? Ikara Colt is raw; Ikara Colt is fresh; Ikara Colt is new wave? This 5-song EP is simply not enough. I want more. I need more!!!
REVIEWS 3:
free williamsburg
It's unfortunate when trends really catch fire, reach their climax and ultimately lead to the expeditious demise of a genre. I can already see the fallout from the current "Dance Punk" revival littering Williamsburg as kids scurry like roaches to find the next cool thing. The positive side to all this transient fad-ness, is that when 1000 bands all show up at the party, the newbies and posers get weeded out for the amateurs they truly are. And I'm sure the British quartet Ikara Colt will be smiling however, because when the Battle Royale is finished, they have as good a chance as any of ending up with the belt. Solid, minimal post-punk guitar drives the 5 tracks on this EP, and tasteful programmed electro beats help propel the tracks to Danceland. Like Radio 4, !!! or The Eternals, this is well played, well written and fun music with a darker edge then that offered up by the bambinos in Brooklyn. And thankfully, they are confident enough to forgo the "The" -- not another "The" band (The Strokes, The Vue, The Faint, et al) and that should count for something. (Steve Marchese)
kerrang!
Ikara Colt became one of the talking points of this year's Reading festival when they inticed a small riot at the end of their Carling stage set by encouraging the crowd to mob the stage. The "Basic Instructions EP" shows that there's much more to them than worrying security guards, though. They're the kind of band that attracts people at the artier end of the spectrum, the kind of people - often Sonic Youth fans - who like their music to be a bit on the difficult side just to prove they're more intellectual than your average rock fan. But don't let that put you off, because Ikara Colt's skewed drum patterns, fuzzy guitars, and dirty boy/girl vocals have all the charm they'll ever need to get out of sticky situations with even the most brick shithouse-like security guards.
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The Strokes may have opened the doors, but THIS is the real sound of disaffected youth, wherever they may live. In the 1 minute and 57 seconds of ‘Bring It To Me’ Ikara Colt tell us that it’s fucking SHIT being 18, and it’s fucking SHIT having a dead end job, and it’s fucking SHIT living in this country. They don’t say it; they don’t have to, you can smell the dismay as soon as you get the wrapper off. They’re no one-trick ponies mind, throwing in a little nihilistic electro to sweeten the nu-punk pill. The class of ’77 may have been christened ‘The Blank Generation’ but the class of today are darkly intelligent and intensely driven. They know what they want; you’ll end up giving it to them. (Rick Deckard)
musicohm
It must be something about art school - turning out hoards of moody pseudo intellectuals with a wardrobe derived from Camden market and a love of white noise.
Enter Ikara Colt, art school grads who take their cue from the stripped back minimalism pioneered by their post punk arthouse heroes. Of course, this approach was pioneering twenty years back in the days of Joy Division, and listening to this five track ep of one note distorted vocals and white noise sandwiched between clinically repetitive riffs, I just wonder why they bother writing songs when they could be a far more successful Sonic Youth covers band.
Come on guys, you've already got the Thurston Moore soundalike singer - call yourselves Teenage Riot, master your copies of Goo and Daydream Nation (something tells me you have already) and at least pay tribute openly. (Sara McDonnell)
REVIEWS 4:
nme
Here come Ikara Colt, spitting chips and bile all over the lapels of their threadbare Oxfam suit jackets, like an indie-art version of that documentary about the Scottish lad with Tourette's Syndrome. And,fittingly, this five-tracker from the pasty north London quartet buzzes with a kind of itchy intensity that'll make you want to scratch behind your eyeballs: "May B 1 Day #2's" Airfix rave ambience and gutter-grimy
sentiment is a welcome diversion from the rattly Sonic Youth fixation of previous form, while "Panic" is winningly juddery. Nay-sayers might moan that all five songs here sound like B-sides in search of a title track, but you won't hear that from us, no sir. (Pat Long)
peacedogman
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to that musical phenomenon called "Dark Wave". After the Early Eighties and its moody tunesmith wizards such as Bauhaus and Joy Divison had forged a musical genre all their own, the Late Eightes didn't treat them so well. Considering one broke up in '83, and the other's front man hung himself and they became New Order. Believe it or not, there were a lot of fans up for this type of thing (the music, not the hanging of one's self). With a driving dance beat underneath, a black cloud of the macabre hovering overhead, and a sharp jagged shard of anger cut through the middle, the music is not easily comsumable by the general public and geared mainly to those people still waiting for the Sisters of Mercy to reunite. Back then, it was "Goth", now, it's "Dark Wave". Same stuff, different year. Four songs, one of them remixed, is a sample from their 2002 album, "Chat and Business". Anyway, if your tastes run in the dance-'til-you-frown direction, this is a treat. Otherwise, it's pointless meanderings of beats and repeated lyrics. And I'm not making any friends. (Schwankie)
playlouder
Oh, how lucky we are! Our first foray in the Bunch of 45s scene leads us into a Disneyland of sonic ecstasy, with a festival of brilliant singles greeting us with the aural equivalent of lysergic acid-filled coconuts. Alas, only five may come along on this trip, and forging the way wearing the Single Of The Week flowery lei as our louche leaders this week are Ikara Colt! The droolingly-anticipated 'Basic Instructions' EP's (Fantastic Plastic) five cortex-melting tracks of screeching, squalling and barking rockets us to a plane where Sabbath, Television and Cabaret Voltaire genuflect deeply before John Milton. Lead track 'Bring It to Me' is classic Colt ferocity, while 'Don't They Know' has Ian Curtis's ghost kicking himself for not listening to more Ozzy records while he had the chance. But... it's the two jaw-grinding versions of electronic rawk experimentalism in 'May B 1' Day that affirm our devotion to the Colt cause. It's Suicide with sex, Syd Barrett making sense - something that simply shouldn't be but, Oh God! How glad we are that it IS. Legendary.
REVIEWS 5:
popmatters
A quartet of snarling English terriers snapping viciously between the wasted skinny legs of the much hyped so-called nü-garage rock saviours (all busily spanning sonic swathes from Sydney to Stockholm by way of the Motor City and NYC), London's Ikara Colt have been described not so much as the Soundtrack of Our Lives than as "the soundtrack to the end of the world".
Flinging art-punk attitude and the kinds of (b)rash assurances (they've vowed to split after five years) that are likely to hoist them on a petard of their own making (that five years has only one year left to run), and arriving on the heels of the well-received full-length Epitaph debut Chat and Business, the Basic Instructions EP was always going to be something of a measuring stick for that other ill-advised statement of intent: "You've got to move forward, otherwise you die creatively." Incorrigible outsiders as they undoubtedly are, Ikara Colt likely don't even care if it measures up or not. But for the rest of us deciding whether to hand over our hard-earned, the answer is a qualified maybe.
The problem is that of five cuts, only three are actually new. "May B 1 Day" from Chat and Business is included here twice. In some ways, except for some crucial moments, this EP is a mere footnote to that record. "Bring It to Me", for instance, does nothing to suggest any evolutionary stirrings; sure, its ferocity is a match for any of their earlier distorted fuzz punk, but "a move forward" it certainly ain't. Ditto "Panic" with its squealing feedback and Rottenisms. These are solid songs mired firmly in the dirty boy/girl mayhem-wreaking vocals, buzzsaw guitars, and driving beats that loosely delineate Sonic Youth territory. Or Fall territory, for that matter. All very kick-ass wise-crackingly authentic. But that, thankfully, isn't all she wrote.
As soon as the first bars of "May B 1 Day #2" arrive with their deep roiling peril, we know other post punk specters are about to be summoned here. A rabid foaming electro bassline last heard on an early Sisters of Mercy 12-inch (but without the overt gothic glee) is joined by Paul Resende's voice (still managing to sound simultaneously like Thurston Moore and Mark E. Smith), some urban bleeps, and a drum pattern too similar to Joy Division's "Isolation" to be coincidence. Resende's (and guitarist Claire Ingram's) distorted, repetitive "all this has to add up" mantra brings a stalking predatory restlessness to this daring remix of the album cut. Their previous spit-and-snarl analog sound has given way to sudden, disorienting robotics. More spacious than the original (also included here, and plenty fine in and of itself), this version hints at something enticingly experimental in the band's future.
The other crucial moment suggestive of an evolutionary leap into creative new areas can be found in the form of "Don't They Know", smack in the middle of the EP. Unlike the more generic punk standards "Bring It to Me" and "Panic", this effort crackles with high-wire ambition on a more dizzying scale. As damn near anthemic as anything Ikara Colt have previously attempted, this tight fusion of all the aforementioned influences with their own snarling brattiness and a more keenly developed melodic vein running (and swelling like it's tourniquet-ed) throughout, "Don't They Know" is an angry yet coherent standout. It's worth hearing for Dominic Young's drumming alone, a veritable blitzkrieg of manic flurries. And when Resende both drawls and spits out lyric snippets like "you don't give a damn" and "they can't touch you now" over Ingram's simple guitar melody and Jon Ball's down-stroked paranoid ("Paranoid"!) bass guitar buttress, you begin to get the feeling this band could go places. Interesting places undreamt of by other leading lights of the so-called guitar-rock renaissance. But they'd better be quick if they really do have only a year in which to get there. (David Antrobus)
REVIEWS 6:
punk international
Was this EP really necessary? Are Ikara Colt and Epitaph so worried that the garage rock fad is going to blow over by nightfall that they want to throw together an EP to wow the elitist rock critics before they move on to whatever's next? What's worse than two hopelessly bland Ikara Colt CDs in a six month period is the fact that this one has only three new tracks. One of them, "Don't They Know", is tolerable. If I heard this song on, say, a Punk-O-Rama compilation, I wouldn't skip over it. But Ikara Colt make no attempt to be otherwise listenable, and fail to realize that they should have something else to offer in order to compensate.
The worst news is that two of the five tracks are different versions of the horribly titled song "May B 1 Day" that appeared on last year's "Chat and Business" album. The only thing woratibhan borrowing the spelling tactics of Avril Lavigne and fifteen year-old instant-messanger users is displaying that song three times on two albums. Then there's the song "Panic" that sounds like the White Stripes members stoned and playing thrash. It's not pretty, and I urge you to eschew Ikara Colt at all costs.
punk news
It’s hard for me to even write this after seeing how many people are touting Ikara Colt as some revolutionary breed of “art-punk,” in yet another meaningless sub-categorical classification.
Let me make this easy. As much as I don’t like resorting to “this band sounds like (xxx),” I can’t really figure out any other way to convey this message. Ikara Colt is a poor-man’s Sonic Youth—more electronic but far, far, far less musically interesting.
Epitaph seems to be jumping on this trend of the next breakthrough sound in this (hardly) new era of rock—they got lucky with The Hives—a probable soon to be one-hit-wonder.
Ikara’s Basic Instructions EP sounds exactly like their first full length, Chat and Business. There’s some okay electronic beats, but overall, this band has nothing on Sonic Youth. Listen to “May B 1 Day” or “Panic”, hell any of the five tracks—the source is blatant, embarrassingly so.
There’s really no more needed to describe Ikara Colt. I could go into aurally explaining what’s going on—but your time would be better spent listening to Daydream Nation.
As a Sonic Youth fan, I wasn’t impressed by anything Ikara Colt had to offer on this EP (nor was I impressed by their full length). This is nothing revolutionary. This is nothing new. This art punk thing was nailed by Sonic Youth in the post-punk 80s. I’m just really tired of hearing this buzz, this faux revolutionary hype only to hear a sub par version of a once (or in this case, still) revolutionary band. Is music really this stagnant right now? This is regression, not progression.
razorcake
On some days, a jumbled, unfocused mess of vaguely electronic music mixed with edgy, angular guitar and vocals which are so slurred that they sound like they were recorded in a pub after last call might be appealing. However, this jumbled, unfocused mess jumps styles between bands like The Fall and Wire and their more modern reinterpretations by the upstarts over at GSL and 31G and, frankly, tries to light up a substantial amount of previously mined territory with a candle instead of Klieg lights. It may be unkind to say, but I sincerely hope that - while they're down the shaft, looking for diamonds in a thoroughly depleted hole - they get lost and don't come back
REVIEWS 7:
readmag
This UK art-punk band throws a lot of stuff into the mix - dark basslines, jagged guitars, drumming alternates between disco and hardcore punk, and many electronic bloops and bleeps. There's a lot of artsy playing and listless vocals, but it does sound cool in a strangely nostalgic way. I might be the only one here, but I get a Joy Division-meets-the Strokes vibe from these guys. Check out "Don't They Know" and you might agree.
rockfeedback
As tuneful as a bulldog chewing on a bulldozer, much-cherished UK noise-niks Ikara Colt’s latest EP is, exhilaratingly, the stuff of US garage-rock hell.
Almost the sole antithesis of all things presently NYC, this quartet’s thirst for dirty, industrial electronica beats (‘May b 1 Day’ – ‘Version 2’), Joy Division-esque urgency (‘Don’t They Know’) and love of ear-piercingly shouty vocals and demonic guitar-work (‘Bring It To Me’) makes for a refreshingly forward-thinking set of aggressive, unobvious musical-dynamics.
Think The Fall duelling in a Monster Truck Derby with Trail Of Dead and you may just find yourself ending up with something like this. Blissful the product is, too.
rolling stone
This British quartet is transmitting from another planet, where the angular punk of Sonic Youth, the Fall and 154-era Wire reign. Basic Instructions is a follow-up to Ikara Colt's jolting 2002 album Chat and Business. Chat was relentlessly tense, more draining than energizing over the long haul. This EP is not only less demanding, it's addicting. On "Basic Instructions," Claire Ingram's guitar needles us to attention while Paul Resende issues warnings and queries like small arms fire. Short shocks such as "Bring It to Me" resemble Blonde Redhead's most aggro and melodic no-wave moments, while electro beats make "may b 1 day #2" a candidate for a DJ's downtown set. "Don't They Know" rocks with a disco beat, bridging the gap between clubbers and hard-drinking art students while suggesting a trashy Echo and the Bunnymen. It's the catchiest thing here, and a hint that Ikara Colt could write MTV2 hits if they wanted to. (John Dugan)
sleazenation
Ikara Colt are sexy like popper-clasped jackets are sexy, like bolted doors are sexy. Relentless rhythms clenching ever tighter, clipped guitars and barked mania, the thrill's in the struggle just moments before ecerything is relinquished. Weve danced this charade a million times before, but still our footsteps follow a familiar pattern (SC)
REVIEWS 8:
someday never
Ikara Colt is another one of those bands, trashy basement rock for the dance-impaired with loud guitars and unintelligible lyrics. At least they are on the first track of their second Epitaph release, Basic Instructions. After that, things get a little bit more interesting.
While their debut full length from across the pond was only mildly interesting, this short play disc is quite a bit more compelling. Ikara Colt has turned up the synthesizers and sequencers, evolving into a band that sounds like the bastard child of The Faint and some designer-jean wearing garage rock act. Two of the songs, appropriately titled "May B 1 Day #1" and "May B 1 Day #2," are essentially the same song, complete with what sounds like the electronic riff from "Agenda Suicide," changed up a bit, almost like a remix. "Don't They Know" is the best track on the EP, a catchy fast-paced song with a droning chorus and flashy cymbal work leading the way.
At times, the band is sort of a poor man's Enon, unable to decide on exactly what they want to sound like, without anywhere near the ability to right pop songs. Instructions feels shorter than it actually is, and actually left me wishing there were a few more songs to let these guys and a gal explore their sonic meanderings a little bit further. New ground in this arena is slim pickings these days, and while Ikara Colt may not exactly find a huge spot of their own, they have put out a solid disc that deserves a listen by anyone who digs the whole electronic art-punk what-have-you movement that's sweeping the world right now.
soundxp
On the basis of this 5 track EP, Ikara Colt are stuck in the past, or have newly discovered it. It's sounds like a microcosm of the early eighties Manc. alternative scene. This has a fairly minimalist, unfussy style. Even the promo cardboard sleeve artwork is out of the Peter Saville school.
Bring it to me is a cracking clash of discordant guitars, very punchy with the accusing bark of the vocalist assaulting your ears. May it b 1 day #2 and #1 (tracks 2 and 5 respectively) hints at Cabaret Voltaire electro, touches of Kraftwerk et al. I like the female backing voice. Track 5 another version, is more down the Magazine path. Don't they know is a real Joy Division/Fall concoction. Panic is a nice cranky guitar blast with the inevitable Mark E Smith moments. Ikara Colt may not be impressed by this reviewers thoughts, I feel like I've heard it all before. However it's a new angle on and old theme and I like them and to younger music fans this may seem fresh. Enjoy.
spin
Dispassion becomes fashion on Ikara Colt’s third EP. “Bring It to Me” bangs and clangs like abstract sculpture in a clothes dryer, but it’s the driving synth-pop homages “Don’t They Know” and “May B 1 Day #2”--which turn the band’s seeming indifference into an asset--that are the most memorable.
REVIEWS 9:
stereo effect
You ought to love Ikara Colt. They saved us from the dark days of 96-01, giving back our hope in guitars with their brains, agenda, attitude and diamond bullet sharp tunes to match. You ought to love Ikara Colt, for the battle against goodtimegaragerock&rollbullshit has a new weapon in the Basic Instructions EP, a record that takes all those lazy Fall comparisons and smacks ‘em clean into irrelevance along with most of their contemporaries. "Bring It To Me" and "Panic" are Ikara of old, but faster, shorter and meaner; Paul Resende pissed off, baiting, goading, spitting and snarling… Then there’s "Don’t They Know," a leap forward into a more epic territory that makes Sonic Youth’s recent return to form feel like catch-up; a remix of may be 1 day that fizzles and crackles with twice the intensity and menace of the original… and you can fucking dance to it. How often can you say that of your usual rent-a-dj, bung it on the b-side reworks? If you don’t make this Ikara Colt’s breakthrough then you deserve all the Beatings that are coming to you. We have one, simple demand. Go out. Buy this record. Stop the rot. (Luke Turner)
toronto star
While impossibly cool London art-punk squad Ikara Colt impatiently begins work on its second album, North America continues a game of catch-up begun earlier this year with Epitaph's domestic re-release of the band's 2002 debut, Chat And Business LP.
Next up: The five-song (plus one video) EP Basic Instructions (Fantastic Plastic/Epitaph), a brisk, swaggering second helping of the pugilistic pop and thrash Chat And Business offered most thrillingly in bulk. Ikara Colt wears its influences on its sleeves — much fun can be had by adopting Ian Curtis' voice and intoning "Radio, live transmission..." whenever the bass lines come to the fore on the Chat cut "May B 1 Day" and the grim, buzzing juggernaut "Don't They Know."
But the band's spastic, bash-`til-it-bleeds attack, raw guitars (check Claire Ingram's buzzsaw riffing on the appropriately titled "Panic") and generally confrontational manner carry the day nonetheless. The taut, hissing electro-rock remix of "May B 1 Day" included here, meanwhile, might actually manage to outstrip the other tracks in pure tension.
You were warned. (Ben Rayner)
transmission disorder
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 Duluoz)
REVIEWS 10:
trash's erol alkan
"This song 'Don't They Know' off the 'Basic Instructions EP'... that is the best British alternative guitar song ive heard for ages. It's amazin, brilliant - it sounds like 'Paranoid' by Black Sabbath. Actually I'll play it for you now... oh, it's downstairs, I'll get it later. British guitar music is still languishing a bit, apart from your more sedate things, but it's a completely fearless track. It blew my mind. I kind of know them as well so it's a bit wierd that people I know did such a fucking brilliant track"
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