Album Review: GB City by Bass Drum of Death

Earlier this month, the two men of Bass Drum of Death stopped by the Fuel TV studios in L.A. to shoot a pair of performances. One of those tapings made its way to every corner of the nerdisphere within the 24 hours that followed, while the other more or less disappeared into the void that is the Internet. Though their run through GB City jam "Get Found" was perfectly pugnacious, the other stint was backing exactly the kind of guys you want to back if web exposure's what you want right now: Odd Future bash bros and Fat Possum labelmates MellowHype.

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There is no forewarning, there is no yellow traffic light. Only Zuul, only a car crash of fuzz, careening into future felonious behavior. If you could visit the fictional world of That ’70s Show, carry the cast to present day, and opt for a beer run ‘cross the Canadian border — Bass Drum Of Death would destroy your speakers en route. Belonging with the dregs of society’s youth for legitimate reasons, we present Local H meets Mudhoney, with an added bonus of Oasis-level alcohol consumption…Bass Drum Of Death, in the running for “Best Band Name Ever”, should we ever plan to traverse that debate later on.

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Yuck The British band Yuck has all the lazy affect of late-1980s to early-1990s indie rock, its guitars tuned to somewhere just north of indifferent. But this band’s self-titled debut (on Fat Possum) is disarming all the same, certain to be one of the year’s most unabashedly beautiful albums. The songs here are plangent and full of elegant regret, thanks to the frontman Daniel Blumberg’s willingness to linger on a lyric, repeat it if need be, while guitars tremble beneath him.

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