There was no need for me to write the band’s name in BLOCK CAPS up there in the title. But if one band  demanded the depression of the message-board shouter’s favourite button, YUCK were it. Hell, I’m going to throw in an exclamation mark next time I mention them too. Rampant recklessness abounds.

YUCK! is such a great band name that initially I felt like dancing a small, celebratory jig, and then I realised that a band with that good a name would probably write songs that were brilliant enough to coax uninhibited dancing anyway.

And heckfire, I was right: just listen to the sludgy, fuzz-bucket excellence contained within the stupendous Georgia.

YUCK! // Georgia

Coupling such sweet, dreamy and lovely vocals with such grimy guitar grumbling is a stroke of unexpected genius. Georgia is a truly delicious song: one listen will never satisfy. Each play supplies a zip of pure satisfaction that strums up and down your spine like a lover’s playful hand.

This is a song that conjures visceral mental images. All the best songs do. And this song dredges up flashes of orange-hued summer days of sweltering heat, cooling dips in rivers, fun, love and happiness. And cider. But that last bit’s probably just me. Lovely, brilliant, and lovely (again).

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