SOTD #50 // Yuck: 'Suicide Policeman'

Cajun Dance Party. Cajundancepartycajundancepartycajundanceparty. OK, so, can we all get over it now? Is it really smash-your-laptop-screen important that two of Yuck’s members used to be in a band that was notable only for being either exceptionally average or a monumental letdown (depending on your personal levels of cynicism)? What’s more, the fairly talented soul who wrote Cajun Dance Party’s songs is not either of the two converts to Yuck, leading me to the unavoidable conclusion that the professional journalists who managed to write articles on Yuck in which 3/4 of the words were dedicated to the now defunct Cajun Dance Party must be suffering from a severely impaired amount of cerebral activity. That, or an incredible infatuation with Cajun Dance Party. In fact, either way, I’d have to conclude lack of cerebral activity.

What’s more frustrating is that Yuck simply don’t need the background of two of their members to swing the heads of critics, if new song “Suicide Policeman” is anything to go by. And it is. Knocking along all world-weary strength filtered through the ethereal fuzz of either The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart (for those still encountering puberty) or Sonic Youth (for those more worried about coronary heart disease), “Suicide Policeman” manages to pull off the often attempted but rarely succeeded task of sounding completely regressive without feeling hackneyed or irrelevant. The thing is, brain-crushing electro remixes, 2010’s irritating synths, and Cajun Dance Party can and will all go out of fashion, but tangible passion, warmth and unquestionable authenticity never will.

Yuck: “Suicide Policeman”