Forget gruff men in raincoats exchanging briefcases at a midnight bridge rendezvous, or teenage loners living in a Ukraine basement sneaking in through an unsecured port, we’ve got the confidential files you want; our brand new E.P, featuring four privacy-busting songs
Isn’t it just typical the way reality heartlessly insists on marching away from events you’ve written about, thus rendering your take on them progressively less relevant over time? Or, to put it another way, welcome to our E.P of topical stuff that dates annoyingly swiftly.
Ah, love … it brings out the poet in us all. Or, in our case, it brings out the sarcastic, piss-taking sods. Welcome to our new E.P, a collection of songs guaranteed to induce looks of deep concern when you use them as the soundtrack to your next candlelit dinner.
We are ubiquitous. We are IED. We usually forgive. We regularly forget. Expect us. At tea time. Especially if there are biscuits. This is our brand new E.P, a collection of songs about people and things which are seemingly bloody everywhere.
Nothing sums up the IED ethos better than that old saying “sharing is caring”, and what better way for us to show how much we care than by sharing our brand new E.P with you? I suppose we could offer biscuits … do you want a biscuit? We’ve got nice ones!