They could become the pop world’s version of the Flaming Lips
Mike Diver 2009
The Yeah You’s – London-based duo Mike Kintish and Nick Ingram – could be massive. That’s chart-topping, world-touring, first-dance-at-a-wedding massive. All they need to do is get their quality control filter sorted and bingo, dreams come true.
Looking Through You places its finest, sing-along-friendly moments at the start of its 11-track duration, and subsequently seems a lot less interesting when the comparative filler material surfaces. 15 Minutes and Getting Up With You are superb modern pop arrangements, taming the quirky exuberance of Mika and combining a seemingly natural flair with super-size vocal hooks that have The Feeling sounding like classic krautrockers Faust. 15 Minutes’ examination of fleeting fame, ironically the song that introduced the pair to the world, might possess little lyrical originality, but its soaring chorus is melt-in-the-mouth (ears?) succulent. Getting Up With You, meanwhile, could be a lost Keane track, one that fell behind the desk when the East Sussex trio were sequencing their Hopes & Fears debut.
Dive In – track eight – is an example of The Yeah You’s operating at a level some distance below the height achieved by the aforementioned hits. Reggae-lite guitar work acts as the spine for a succession of dull couplets and primary school metaphors, and while the song’s sentiments – to keep fighting, against whatever it is that needs to be battled – may be pure, the end product is a faded black-and-white Xerox of its makers’ bets efforts. The ballads here – If Only I’d Said Hello and Carry Me Home – don’t particularly engage either. Imagine Gary Barlow and friends belting them out and they work, but The Yeah You’s seem more comfortable when they’re keeping things upbeat.
Which they do brilliantly on Ready to Love Again – think Queen covering Abba, as covered by a cheesy Eurodance group who, in turn, have had their take transformed by Muse after Matt Bellamy’s munched his way through several bags of Skittles. You don’t so much taste the rainbow, as have the rainbow gatecrash your house party with a load of spiked punch and force you to down pint glasses of the stuff. It’s a multi-faceted romp, and showcases an ambition that could see The Yeah You’s become the pop world’s version of the Flaming Lips.
There’s that word again: ‘could’. A little tweaking, some minor modifications, and album two could be something pretty special. The groundwork’s already laid.