First, let me draw your attention to the above picture. Just what is going on here? Mirrored sunglasses, confetti, oranges, and…Abe Vigoda? I couldn’t help but giggle a little at the utter randomness happening in the shot.
Yet, Brooklyn’s Your Youth’s press shot perfectly embodies its music: punky fresh and blatantly brazen.
“Awake” takes me back to the olden days where the biggest concern in my life was fighting for my right to parrrr-tay. It’s idyllic without being naive.
Maybe the bio says it best: “Your Youth are a bunch of fucking liars with loud fucking guitars and huge fucking drums, who just want to escape.”