Album: Yuck, Yuck (Mercury / Fat Possum)

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Sunday 20 February 2011 01:00 GMT
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In the early 1990s, when US guitar rock was at its high watermark, Yuck weren't born.

North Londoners Daniel Blumberg and Max Bloom (alumni of Cajun Dance Party) are recreating a period they never knew. A commendable pastiche without anything notable, Yuck channel the hazy, fuzz-pedal driven sound of Dinosaur Jr, Buffalo Tom and all. For anyone who lived through grunge, this is mere nostalgia. Anyone who didn't is advised to go straight to the source.

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