“Housing ex members of Velocette, Hood and Comet Gain, you'd be forgiven for thinking that it would be a dream indie supergroup of sorts and Kicker don't disappoint in living up to the promise of such heady delights. 'City Limits E.P.' is the bands latest outing their fourth since their inception in 1998. Four tracks of differing clarity make this release an inspired collection. 'On your floor' is replete with the kind of 60's style keyboards that you just can't beat especially if they come part and parcel with a melody to make you swoon, blush and smile, though not necessarily in that order.

'The falling leaves' is a beefier prospect, again spiced in a glow of 60's kaleidoscopic garage pop and emerging from the same primordial soup as early Inspirals, Mystreated and ? and the Mysterions. Crafty or what? Sunshine pop at it's most ardent rears it's head on 'Gone and Forgotten', a jiggly wiggly vibrantly compulsive toe tapper of the highest order, spiced with glassy summery keyboards and guitars set to a tale of forgotten loves and we all know about that, though at the moment I've forgotten what I had to remember. 'Baby don't worry' is spoilt throughout trying to spot the 'magic chord' mentioned on the sleeve notes that's played by Phil the drummer. That said it's a nice piece of sedate pop that nicely rounds of this latest excursion to greatness.” Review of City Limits ep on losingtoday.com, October 2001

 

“I wonder why the new Kicker EP is called "City Limits". Is it merely a reference to a geographical borderline or a statement of fact? Each song contains the mad drive of the city yet coated in the melancholy of its abjects, the sorrow of the unwanted. "The Falling Leaves" is brilliant, possessed, emotion-fuelled and utterly fantastic when it gets to the title bit. Just get that deep-deep breath before he begins the second verse. Or the addictive "On Your Floor" which I've been singing all morning, it's the mazy whirlpool of sound going round my head. Or "Said and Done" mournful, anguished, lush, a heartful of soul, and reviewed in at least two zines I know of well over a year ago. But hell, my life is just one missed bus after another. Do I care? Fuck no. I don't know what soul music is meant to mean but when I listen to Kicker strange things happens. Something involving emotions, feelings, the desire to truly live and all that stuff. Life suddenly has a new sheen for three minutes. So I guess that's soul music.” Wide Open Road fanzine, Autumn 2001