The self-titled debut from London’s indie export and current blog favorites, Yuck, delves into smooth harmonies and an occasional shoegaze-style breakdown. Echoing, breezy melodies are the main focus, while any rhythm or technical skill is pushed to the bottom of the list, if ever covered at all. Not one song on the album is offensive—in fact barely any of them are more complex than a walk in the park, or a drive down a coastline highway with no destination in mind and no timeframe for when you need to turn around. Songs like “The Wall” and “Georgia,” for example, take snarky girl vs. boy vocal melodies and blanket them in a thick, soft coat of guitar fuzz while still managing to be relaxing and pleasant.
The band is laid back handsomely when it steps out of its comfort zone into an edgier environment. The first instance of this is “Suicide Policeman.” Distortion is traded in for simple acoustic guitar and interesting chord progressions. However, many might wonder if this is an Elliott Smith cover upon first listen. In fact, a lot of the album may be confused for being from another time period. But nostalgia works in the band’s favor on this first release—even though it wears its influences right on its sleeve.