Yung - Uncombed Hair

“Another life, flushed down the drain,” yowls Mikkel Holm Silkjær with sulking angst on Yung’s latest, “I can’t change anything anyway”. Veering between lethargic resignation and sudden, spontneous reaction, ‘Uncombed Hair’ is - like its namesake - carefully unkempt, and meticulously messy in all the right places. The momentum surges right up to the razor-wire but never quite topples, Silkjær’s sawtoothed vocal snagging and catching on sharp-edged fuzz. It’s a tension that Yung have perfected; grey, Brutalist concrete smacking headlong into disarmingly sugary melodies; youthful romance playing a tug of war with shadowey, often dark subject matter. Don’t let the mellowed guitar noodles and parading bass lines fool. Whispering voices, missing links, darkened rooms, and “uncertain moves” hide around every corner of ‘Uncombed Hair’.