The music on the self-titled debut of Yuppies is fitting for where the band started recording in: a basement. It's something that could have been made by punk's illegitimate children that were stowed away under the house, where they banged out tunes that stacked power chords and guitar neck chaos, with demented poetry perched on the top and threatening to tip the whole thing over. Occasionally cool but mostly desperate, the lyrics ask big questions with black death screeds that fester into an Iceage-style bubo. It's both dazzling and dazzled, like it was written at the peak of some prodigious confusion, hence the constant hopping into schizo-tempo post-whatever. “What's it all about?” and “What am I doing?” get cynical responses, and eventually the band creates blisteringly distorted wallas to block out their lack of answers. Yuppies has the velocity of a car with a smoking engine; sometimes it's speeding, sometimes it cuts out and starts suddenly. But you know there's something wrong, so you turn the engine back on and let the thing keep belching smoke, because we're all headed to the same place anyway. Dull Tools, the label run by Parquet Courts' Andrew Savage, has the album at Bandcamp.
- CHART TV