YOWL - 'Idle Daughters, Idiot Sons'
YOWL share single, ‘Idiot Daughters, Idiot Sons’ as they announce their debut album ‘Milksick’.
YOWL announce the release of their debut album ‘Milksick’ which is set to be unleashed on the 14th of September on Clue Records, YOWL invite us to peek behind the curtain of their debut album with the release of their latest single, ‘Idiot Daughters, Idiot Sons’. The instrumental breeds a queasy sense of unease, its melodies deceive as it snaps into a sonic mania that lurks just beneath the surface.
The South London five-piece's intense proto-punk and swooning balladry has won support from DIY, NME, BBC Radio 1, BBC 6Music, Apple Music’s Beats 1, CLASH and more. As YOWL builds momentum across Europe at festivals including Pitchfork Avant-Garde and Amsterdam’s London Calling, YOWL does not stop there with shows and tours with the likes of IDLES, Working Mens Club and LICE. YOWL are also set to deliver the album ‘Milksick’ to an audience in all its ferocity with a string of dates across the UK and Europe.
YOWL’s debut will build on their 2019 EP ‘Atrophy’ as it tears through several iterations, birthing and destroying characters and concept-driven rabbit holes, YOWL liken ‘Milksick’s’ creation in Leeds’ Nave Studios as something they had ended up chipping away at, “like a slab of ugly rock that became a handsome statue." The band also returned to producer and grounding presence Alex Greaves, who is responsible for bringing the sounds of BDRMM, Working Mens Club and LUMBER to life.
YOWL says that the spirit of the ‘Milksick’ is a collection of outlandish cautionary tales, with “uneasy odes to imaginary characters and late-night pedal-fuckery, all tied together by a thread of eco-anxiety and that mildly bitter, self-effacing outlook that has earned us our similarly disgruntled following."
On the single ‘Idiot Daughters, Idiot Sons’ vocalist Gabriel Byrde sets the scene, "This one's about those introspective times you spend lying awake at night sometimes, head buzzing with wasted time, missed opportunities and the chastising carousel of humiliating moments that nobody except you probably noticed or remembered. It's self-flagellation via upbeat falsettos, a cheery groove dedicated to times when personal resentment turns into a maddening cycle of internal finger-wagging."
Words by Beth Simms
