A captivating minimalist art pop combo from Austin, Texas, YellowFever ramble about their home-country in a beat-up hippie wagon, foregoing cafe breakfasts for a pot of camp stove coffee and a bag of carrots. They love music and they love to party, but they also love an esky stocked with fresh produce. Young Marble Giants is who they get compared to the most, but they're not really that similar. YMG are Welsh for starters, and who knows what they ate for breakfast? Probably beans and bangers in a suburban Cardiff caf. Not these sun-drenched Texans though. Carrots!
Musically however, much like the aforementioned 'Giants, YellowFever successfully balance the complex with the refreshingly sparse. Jennifer Moore's lackadaisical vocal delivery belies the songs' intricate, hypnotic phrasing; her stern, arresting manner juxtaposed perfectly with subject matter concerning delinquent domestic pets amongst other dark issues. Meanwhile, Isabel Martin harmonises closely, creating an eerily stark effect amongst the completely dry mix. Rounded out by Adam Jones on drums, the trio go about their business in a no-fuss fashion, engaging the garagey, angular rhythms and singsong melodies with some surf guitar twang or a little organ drone.
By default (not enough room in that hippie wagon maybe?), the band have stripped back slowly since their 2006 inception as a four-piece and now, following Isabel's move to New York, do the rounds Texas-deuce-style. Having spent the past summer in the studio with Luis Martinez (Bill Callahan's drummer), the pair are readying their debut album-proper for release.