Like so many suburban children, IC was conceived, born and raised in
the basements of split levels and modified bungalows, cheap studio
spaces and smoky, all-night coffee shops. As the digital world
redesigned the spaces where we live, IC evolved into an etherial band.

IC is fed by Heineken and vodka, bottomless pots of blissfilled
coffee, public libraries, credit lines, green belts, culverts and
cornfields. Sometimes subtle and often obvious intertextual reference
to Utrecht and Amsterdam, OMD, dark streets, lonely bedrooms, Brian
Eno, Joy Division, anything with a plug, Wire, WW2 airplanes,
battleships and views from train windows, empty factories, cubase,
wortlerstump, Dostoevsky, Nietzche and Johnny Cash, Neu!, Velvet
Underground, sequential circuits, jet propulsion, sonic mirages,
reason, Barnett Newman and Gerhard Richter lurk in the aural
landscape IC calls home.

Eric Klaver: Synthesizers, programming.

Eric is a Libra with no regard for astrological significance. More
influenced by concrete and light patterns than his parents’ religious
views, his synaesthetic relationship with the visual world is
communicated through his structural influence on IC’s music. Quantum
physics, landscapes of industrial and emotional experience, and
double salted licorice inspire his creativity.

  
Bob Hanley: Vocals, synthesizers, programming.

While the stars and nebula inform Bob's music, his Aquarian roots
have less influence on his creative babies than Wim Wenders and Keira
Knightley. A lover of salted herring and good film, weekends out of
the studio are spent camping in the Canadian Muskokas and cycling in
the Tour de France style. The experience of an ocean-set overcast sky
has been known to hijack his spare thoughts for weeks on end.