I do love it when an album keeps you guessing.
Yak comes thundering out the gate with big overblown bass, writhing vocals, and a general start-stop whiplash Giddy Motors momentum. It's urgent, but the kind of thing that would be exhausting for 30 minutes.
Luckily, Yak swerves, spinning out a couple trippy little meanderers that're more Men-pretty than Animal Collective//Deerhunter-boring, before kicking it back into high gear, and back again and back again. And even across these transitions, the hard/soft angles keep changing, until you've zigzagged yourself diagonally to some unexpected place that was all part of the plan all along.
None of it really blows me away, no one song left much of a mark, but respect to an album that works much, much better than the sum of its parts 3.5/5
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