'Chat & Business', eh? You may be expecting an urban chic exploration of 21st century business lunch ethics. You'd be wrong. What you get instead is shambolic buzzsaw guitars, drums that hurtle along faster than a train accident and bass that threatens to mug you if you listen to it for any length of time. Not to mention shouty vocals tackling subjects such as... Well, we're not too sure about that to be honest.
Ikara Colt peddle the kind of indie you read about in the NME, and know that only a handful of Camden worshipping students are going to love. You may be fond of it, but you can never quite bridge the gap between friend and bedmate. It holds you back with it's spoken verses and screamed choruses, and just when you think it's going to break into a sing along chorus, it doesn't. It just shouts at you some more.
Sure - Sink Venice has a semi-definable melodic moment in the chorus, but it's not enough to save them from indie bargain bin status. And no matter how much I respect the near perfect concept of this album (i.e. there is no concept) I can't bring myself to say that it shall still occupy a space in my CD player in a years time. Maybe i'll listen to it next time I happen to stray into Camden. Nevermind. It's got to be better than Linkin Park...
5Conor Kinesis's Score