XOXOX Wild Yaks XOXOX

The valentine’s show we played at Glasslands was so much fun, with our great friends Kyp Malone & Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson aided by Marques Toliver both turning in gorgeous sets to get arrows unquivered and hearts shivering. But it was closer Wild Yaks who bust those hearts in uncontrollable, sweaty shouts of joy and so this seems like as good a time as any to mention, Wild Yaks might just be the last great pure punk rock band in America… or maybe it’s just cupid’s tomahawk got me feeling giggly for ‘em.

Rob Byrn doesn’t stop. He’s stoked, a dude so committed to the cause of keeping the party going that he literally shakes with enthusiasm; he also might be the first guy since the boss to believe, really believe, Rock And Roll could save A life. It’s not showmanship and it’s not an act, it’s just a full and total commitment to the words and sounds coming from his body. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also blessed with an unaffected Wolf Man Jack voice and a true sense of plain spoken poetry.

Rob’s Wild Yaks, (Zack Davis: guitar, Martin Cartagena: drums, Dan Scinta: bass) take over rooms with storming full voiced shouts of joy & damnation spewing guitar solos and pugnacious beats. Cables come loose, clothing comes loose, guitar-straps slip from shoulders, sweat pours and love, poetry, laughter and pure, un-tainted punkrockgaragegopselsoul music comes crashing down all around.

They should have been on SST or Rough Trade back in the day, but they will be at SXSW and house parties and I hope to god soon on a record.

“If you love me as much as I love you and we agree that our general goal is the same, for the best possible thing to happen at any moment, then my faith in you and your methods is beyond question.”-Rob Byrn
Amen, brother.

see more Yaks here.

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