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QUICK SPINS: Yuck, YELLE

In which we take a quick look at a few recent or upcoming musical releases.

Yuck
Yuck

2011_05_yuck.jpg Yuck can't be discussed without bringing up Dinosaur Jr, since many of their songs are slathered in the exact same, right down to the tone, guitar squall J Mascis made famous. When you couple it with the fact that the group is still really young it could be easy to immediately write them off as a pleasing tribute to a time that warms the hearts of older music writers and not much more. And we admit we almost made that mistake. It's easy to get lost in the fun sentiment the heavier guitar moments offer, but the moments of real focus lie within the group's quieter moments. The album is front loaded with loud rockers like "Get Away" and "Holing Out" but the latter half is filled with folksier and poppier moments like "Sunday" and "Suck." The walls of noise give way to gentle guitar strums and the sweet intertwining of male and female vocals offering up a hopeful vulnerability backed with a sadness belying the band members' years. We lurve the LOUD moments, we admit it, but it's this mixture of the aural equivalents of Neanderthal clubbing rubbing up against wistful walks through meadows of tall spring grass that will probably lend Yuck its longevity.

Yuck plays tonight, May 4, at Lincoln Hall The show is SOLD OUT.

YELLE
Safari Disco Club

2011_05_yelle.jpg YELLE -- singer Yelle and her partners in musical buoyancy, GrandMarnier and Tepr -- ride atop a decidedly French brand of dance pop. It's all swish and sway, bedecked in neon and oversize sunglasses, topped off with impish glee. Yelle sings in French so we admit that usually we have no idea what she's saying, but that doesn't matter one whit when it's delivered with such addictive and sexy sass. We have done a little digging though, and our Francophile friends assure us that often the group's lyrics would cause more polite ladies to blush as they wittily cut men who don't measure up down to size. The group's second album, Safari Disco Club, follows the same template as their debut but the trio has made a marked improvement in punching up their beats and layering them with more personality. Whereas the debut was hugely enjoyable if largely faceless, on Safari Disco Club the years of touring (and delivering hugely entertaining and energetic stage shows)seem to have imbued YELLE with the skills needed to sharpen their attack and broaden their voice.

MP3:
YELLE "Safari Disco Club"

Yelle plays May 6 at Bottom Lounge.

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  • re: Yuck, have been drooling over this album for months. I enjoy the quieter moments you mentioned, especially the song Suicide Policeman (folkish lo-fi slowly unfolding into a mellow Bacharach-style pop arrangement complete with horns and glockenspiel, so strange nestled in the midst of the 90s-style noise pop but that's one of the joys of the album). That guitar tone in the noisier songs, though--there's just something primal about it that grabs me by the gonads and demands my attention. Especially when there's a soaring lead like in Get Away or the end of Shook Down.

  • I agree, but that's ALL the guitar tone in play. And I don't care if it's ripped straight from Dinosaur Jr, it's still great fun to hear someone deploy it at the right moment.

  • seitz

    Yuck were pretty good last night, although they could have used a few more of the uptempo tracks in place of the slower tracks. Good solid performance for a young band.

    I was actually kind of more impressed with Yawn. They kind of strike me as a mixture of White Rabbits and Animal Collective.

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