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.