I wonder who Georgia is. What she looks like and what she dreams of. If she knows there’s a joy filled little bottlerocket of scratched and sunflecked slacker-pop by globe-straddling newcomers Yuck burning in her name. Out of focus and half-familiar, the jam sounds like it comes from a lost, teenage, straight-to-cassette summertime of sweet abandon and redeeming happiness – the warmth of its ripped knee romance and heart-to-heart twin vocal dulling any loss or sadness that its story might be stuck with. Perfect for thawing this icy moment in time.

Make their blog a regular haunt of yours for more sustenance.

Yuck – Georgia

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