On first exposure to Yoofs, you're transported to the windswept West Coast of those frayed, untied states of America thus that in reality they're from the fringes of Bournemouth, while initially a touch dumbfounding, only adds greater gusto to the squally breath of weed/seaweed-perfumed air they exude. Info comes at a premium, although they once operated under the moniker AC SLATA before getting pestered by 'some DJ'. Musically they're a far caterwaul from 'Big Brooklyn Bass', shoddy pastiche electro, and all that jazz, and they're quite wonderful: Sidewalk fizzes like a can of condensed reverb spacked open on a sharpened stylus, while the effervescent jerk of Good Guyz Make Bad Friendz exemplifies both their penchant for mischievously inserting the letter Z here, there, everywhere, as well as their ability to successfully breed the hazy melancholia of Real Estate with the acerbic taste of pure punk rancour. The slurs and woozy harmonies of Hazy Dayz drip with a magical lethargy, and provide the highlight of a knowingly ramshackle, delightfully raucous introduction to the best thing to come out of Bournemouth since Alex James, prior to his association with the Chipping Norton bigot brigade.
Yoofs' Soundcloud.
