Yuck
Yuck

We grew up with the same albums, me and Yuck.

Castaways in the land of daydreams, lost in fantasizing about a now extinct Freak scene, which has become an object of nostalgia and historiographic review by critics and aficionados. After all, you don't come out unscathed from the eighties, true, but even surpassing the threshold of the nineties must not have been particularly easy.

Yuck are four atypical Englishmen, raised on tea and Pavement, even before Jesus & Mary Chain. They unabashedly do nothing to hide it. "Yuck" is an album of Guitar Pop, reminding us where and when all of Albion's next big things failed in the last stretch of the century, lost among fictitious New Wave revamps and asymmetric haircuts. The results here resonate spontaneously both when the gritty guitarism of J Mascis is cited ("Get Away"), and when the rhythms dissolve into almost Shoegaze processions ("Rubber"). Well-crafted Slacker Pop ("Suck", "Operation") and bubblegum remnants ("The Wall") crystallize time, freezing it in the blessed year when Punk exploded.

Out of time, precisely because of this, we needed it.