Though he is only young (A Youthful Dream is a fair title), it is nevertheless surprising that Mikkel Holm Silkjaer, main Yung man, has taken this long to produce a full-length album after the trail of DIY cassettes he’s left in his wake. It’s a well formed record, sounding properly produced but without losing the wild energy of the Yung. On Fat Possum.
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7/10 Heart & Hand jukebox jockey Customer review, 15th February 2017
I'm home and sick... so I'm doing a few (super-novice) Norman Records customer reviews - partly to entertain myself, partly to earn some points and partly to save your soul! (apologies for the poor punctuation).
This review is my third. It is the first I've written where I actually looked up an LP rather than coming across one in the re-releases list - and notably, it comes a good six months after I saw this act live. Six months after my first bouts of listening to this album (that I pawed over on the train all the way home), bouts that have since become intermittent, distracted as I have been, of course, by new stuff from other corners of the globe...
. . . that globe, with my ears on it, has since traveled half a wide orbit of our sun in that time, spinning haphazardly from a weird, scorching, beer-soaked summer to the damp end of a grey and flu-plagued winter.
The listens do differ but only marginally (in the margins) -
The initial, blood-pumping delight of hearing this gang's pounding tom-drum and chiming guitars is still there. Frontman Shord's howl still heralds the arrival of a party, a gathering of late night fist-shakers and headbangers, smashing lamps to plunge the revelry further into darkness - that's all still there, and just as brilliant and contagious as before - but I definitely hear a little more space now - and I can only think that it is space that I must have glossed over before, no doubt impatiently awaiting the next furious adolescent blast of energy to flood me with memories of the magnificent brat I once was in my youth... (damn, if my friends and I had got our mitts on this LP back when we were still a free, nearly-good-looking bunch of precocious delinquents, we'd have played it nightly)
...I now appreciate these moments of space, of presumably, quite carefully measured restraint - perhaps they are what stop the snarling fury from becoming an unrelenting riot - possibly the riot I yearned mid 2016, it all seems a bit of a blur now.
Anyhow, this album (with its sickly-lit, green-room vase of roses on the cover) has a predominately moody fervour, a kind of gentlemanly angst - there may be a little venom to be found, but there's no spitting... with little focus on tricks or witty intellect, it is perhaps deceptively simple and cathartic, but it's certainly not crude in any way - so to summarise, I'd say quite confidently, that this band is all about "spirit" and I bet the crew at their hometown gigs would reflect that - I for one, would eagerly join the fold, Yung have stirred faith if not total devotion in this listener.
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