Before I embark on the review proper I should probably clear something up; yep this song is really called ‘All Your Friends Are Fucking Boring’, there’s no way around that. I could use ‘All Your Friends Are F**king Boring’ to avoid any possible offence but this seems rather prissy. And I don’t want to end up doing the written equivalent of Radio One playing ‘Too Drunk To Fuck’ by the Anti-Nowhere League when it got into the Top 40, honestly it was more bleep than music. On the other hand it was rather amusing hearing Radio One being forced to play the song on the Sunday Chart Show. And not at all funny having to answer the question from my Dad ‘why are they bleeping this song?’. I tried the (infamous Pistol’s like) answer ‘rude word’ but he wasn’t happy with that and I was forced to tell him. It seemed rather unfair that he got all out of shape about me using the ‘f word’. Sorry I digress.
Anyway the mentions of two Punk bands isn’t all that disconnected with ‘All Your Friends Are Fucking Boring’ because it’s a punky blast of raucous garagey noise. It lies somewhere in the intersection of Punk, Garage and Prunk (Progressive Punk as played by Cardiacs if you didn’t know, it’s the sawing synth that runs through the track, Nu-Metal and others too numerous to mention. Guitars crash, crazy wonderful on the edge of falling apart drumming, a vocal that sounds like a mutant 70s’ Glam vocal and massed loose as fuck backing vocals.
The band explain what the song is about ‘The track touches humorously, yet aggressively, on the subject matter of finding your friends of friends insufferable. Vocalist Will leads the charge with his accusatory verse lyrics, pointing his finger at the friend in mind. Will is joined in his assault by the rest of the boys in the chorus for a gang vocal similar to that of a football field. The unhinged combined with the chant leaves the listener sat on their seat with bated breath waiting for more. The track has a brutal breakdown ending, with the instrumentation almost falling apart as it reaches its conclusion. It’s an assault to the senses and thats just how we like it’.
This, people, is just the most brilliant blast of noisy guitar music I’ve heard for ages. Play this on the edge of volume that could burst your eardrums, and go mad crazy.. Essential listening.
The info
Five misfit-weirdos from Leeds (God’s own country) with thousands of pounds of debt, buckets full of angst and a satisfaction for the mundane. Angular guitars, floor filling bass and thrashing drums, meet the euro pop synth you hate to love and the crazy, maniacal vocals of the town crier.
With the overtones of their EP drifting further into the recesses of space, Yutaniii now switch their focus to their second set of releases. New tunes will be getting beamed across the airwaves very soon, transforming Yutaniii into a far more menacing beast.
The words
How do they survive on the side
Are they always fucking high
Are they fat with their own lies
You’re drinking, laughing at my friends
We’ll keep on laughing at my friends
Coz’ yours are all a bunch of trends
Shiny buttons, no they are never going to die
Iron socks to feel a high, oh,
happiness is being right
And now I’m
Wide awake and it’s a quarter past four
And I’m walking out the door
Coz’ all your friends are fucking boring mate
Automation
It’s a vision
Your indecision
A faulty prism
Sitting ducks on the road
Valium taking control
How can I avoid a show?
Out parading
We’re never gonna die
Ego death, another fight,
Another drink, another lie
Until I’m
Wide awake again, Reality ensues
Walk a mile in my shoes
you’ll see there ain’t a blue pill to choose
Where there’s a
Green note, there’s a prole to spark a rouse
You think you are the chosen few
But all your friends are fucking boring mate
Automation
It’s a vision
Your indecision
A faulty prism
Automation
It’s a vision
Your indecision
A faulty prism
Boring
Boring
Boring
Boring
Are they fat from their own lies?
