Yowl have become the go-to romantic voyeurs of modern living.
Poetic, weary but uncompromisingly hopeful – a sense of cathartic understanding is always simmering amongst the grimy foundations of their sound and lyricism.
With new EP ‘Atrophy’ on the way next month – ‘An Inflexible Storeroom’ has arrived. A solipsistic view into Gabriel Byrde’s mindset has always been empathetic and poignant, and here it’s no exception. But there’s an embattled tone in his gruff expression – as much a determined stomach punch an as a weary sigh of surrender. He’s lost in the mind-numbing passing of time within the day-to-day, but does so with such poetic assuredness that it feels manageable, almost a tender hand on the shoulder as life falls within itself.
This the swaying sense of heightened emotion that informs the music itself is bright and unwavering – purposefully off kilter but undeniably a successfully attempted anthem. They do so as well without losing any of their intelligent depth – a standout in their growing collection.
Header Photo by Holly Whitaker