Track Listing

1. Bang
2. Mystery Girl
3. Art Star
4. Miles Away
5. Our Time

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #16268 in Music
• Released on: 2006-07-01
• Number of discs: 1
• Formats: Single, EP
• Dimensions: .20 pounds

CD Description
Karen O makes an entrance worthy of Warhol or Lee Van Cleefon her Yeah Yeah Yeahs debut EP, introducing herself on "Bang" with an unmistakably sexual growl, a rock-&-roll hunger somewhere between Mick Jagger and Jon Spencer. It's the sortof game-changing bravado that cannot be ignored. And when she primally screams about sex and desperation and madness over sonic blasts of noise and melody that conjure up second wave punk and new wave and early hardcore, often on the same song, it's exciting, almost stunning; it's clearly one of the more important EPs of its era.

Customer Reviews

AWESOME, THE BEST FIVER YOU'LL EVER SPEND...
Although the YYY's debut "Fever To Tell" album fell into the "close but no cigar" category, this EP is the band at their very best. Almost sounding like a radio session, the energy crackles through this recording throughout, and the first three songs are among the band's best - "Bang", "Mystery Girl" and the scarily intense "Art Star".

Buy it, you won't ever regret it.

The flow of good bands continues...
Ah yes, this is exactly what we need, another brilliant band from NY. The YYY's juddering guitars and the singer's fanatastically screechy voice make this EP a worthwhile experience. A welcome change from the usual pap we are fed from America; along with The Strokes, The White Stripes and BRMC it seems a new wave of music is coming to save us from the nu-metal and pop punk that has plagued us so long.

Overall Strokesy, guitar music that makes you want to jump around like a fool and enjoy yourself.

YYYs for the Turner Prize 2002
Forget Madonna swearing on live telly, this year they should have the Yeah Yeah Yeahs play 'Art Star' before the winner is announced. The judges should then award the prize to the performance art-in-progress that is Karen O and associates. "S**t, I got a gallery in New York," indeed.
Punky, shouty garage rock from NYU will always stomp all over weedy British indie-boy bands. One listen to this will make you feel ashamed for ever being even mildly tolerant towards the insipid, careerist rock of Travis, Coldplay et al.