Yi is made up of David, Jackson & Chris, all of whom are in Oakland, california. You spell our name with a large letter 'Y' and a small letter 'i'.
System shocking Yi. A great record from out of the blue and a show that’ll bulldoze most. Just when you think they may be pop punk - just when the chorus gets whoa whoa-ing along - Jackson (the front wielder) throttles for control, spasms about and goes knocking amps, mic stands and showgoers over in a palsy fit full of damagingly loud guitar squalor. It’s as though he sets out Arto Lindsay-style to purposely destroy a buncha’ Screeching Weasel tunes. Watch that crushing Glenn Branca ’78 solo then imagine yr in a punk band caught underneath it.
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System shocking Yi. A great record from out of the blue and a show that’ll bulldoze most. Just when you think they may be pop punk - just when the chorus gets whoa whoa-ing along - Jackson (the front wielder) throttles for control, spasms about and goes knocking amps, mic stands and showgoers over in a palsy fit full of damagingly loud guitar squalor. It’s as though he sets out Arto Lindsay-style to purposely destroy a buncha’ Screeching Weasel tunes. Watch that crushing Glenn Branca ’78 solo then imagine yr in a punk band caught underneath it.
Yi is made up of David, Jackson & Chris, all of whom are in Oakland, california. You spell our name with a large letter 'Y' and a small letter 'i'.
System shocking Yi. A great record from out of the blue and a show that’ll bulldoze most. Just when you think they may be pop punk - just when the chorus gets whoa whoa-ing along - Jackson (the front wielder) throttles for control, spasms about and goes knocking amps, mic stands and showgoers over in a palsy fit full of damagingly loud guitar squalor. It’s as though he sets out Arto Lindsay-style to purposely destroy a buncha’ Screeching Weasel tunes. Watch that crushing Glenn Branca ’78 solo then imagine yr in a punk band caught underneath it.
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System shocking Yi. A great record from out of the blue and a show that’ll bulldoze most. Just when you think they may be pop punk - just when the chorus gets whoa whoa-ing along - Jackson (the front wielder) throttles for control, spasms about and goes knocking amps, mic stands and showgoers over in a palsy fit full of damagingly loud guitar squalor. It’s as though he sets out Arto Lindsay-style to purposely destroy a buncha’ Screeching Weasel tunes. Watch that crushing Glenn Branca ’78 solo then imagine yr in a punk band caught underneath it.
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