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London’s Ikara Colt prefers to be described as a “bloody racket.” The problem is that the band produces such a calculated cacophony: The way lead singer Paul Resende forces his accent to remain intact throughout all the white-knuckled yelping is just so…intentionally Mark E. Smith. And the band (which sounds way more Unwound than Fall) can’t just jam a one-note riff down your gullet for two-plus minutes—no, it has to go and call it “One Note,” so’s you know that the band knows that you know and wot wot. But you can’t fault the knowing nature of Ikara Colt’s noise too much: It’s not as if four art students from Whitechapel had any choice in the matter. Besides, with the crowd-pleasing Caucasian Soft Rock Trinity (don’t deny it) of Wilco, Beck, and the Flaming Lips topping Pazz & Jop, it’s nice to have a little nihilistic hubbub, even if it is so carefully constructed. Ikara Colt plays with Sahara Hotnights and Washdown at 8:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $10. (202) 667-7960. (David Dunlap Jr.)