
What is it with beguiling, surname-less women and besotted London bands? First Al Cool & The Stranger Wines perved on lost love Celine , and now here's new band Yuck (with members from Hiroshima and New Jersey as well as London) trying to empathise with one Georgia. They refuse to sound sorry for themselves, though: this slice of bouncy punk is like a giddy wave of euphoria you know is only temporary, a sneeze that you just can't suppress, a skip down a street. The guitar sections are a bit 1990s rock (think Mr. Big) and the structure reasonably plaid, but there's a pleasingly blurry aspect, and some nicely distorted and slightly nostalgic boy-girl vocals to [...]