The Upshot: Distorted punk rock guitars, Americana boot stomping and plenty of U.S.-forged, dirt and grease-caked rock ‘n’ roll.
BY JOHN B. MOORE
Like Walt Whitman, the punk rock poet that gave inspiration to their name, Colorado’s The Yawpers are destined to shake up their genre for years to come.
Their opening salvo, American Man, is a blender full of distorted punk rock guitars, Americana boot stomping and plenty of U.S.-forged, dirt and grease-caked rock ‘n’ roll. Drawing obvious comparisons to folks like Jason and The Scorchers, Lucero and Scott H. Biram, it’s clear that there’s also plenty of Social Distortion and Springsteen being played inside the tour van.
The band, seemingly surfacing out of nowhere has turned in an impressive dozen tracks with their first offering. The character-driven lyrics on songs like the slow-build opener “Doing it Right” and the ferocious album closer “The Desert” are delivered with precision strikes from Nate Cook, equal parts sneer and roar, backed by a ridiculously tight, massive wall of bass, drums and guitars that it’s almost impossible to believe it’s just a trio making this sonic tsunami.
“I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.” Who knew Whitman was talking about a trio of punks from Denver when he penned that line more than a century ago.
DOWNLOAD: “Faith and Good Judgment,” “Beale Street” and “3 a.m.”
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