London's fabulously fuzzy foursome return with their third album, Stranger Things.
Mixing anthemic super-fuzz (Hold Me Closer, Cannonball) with spaced-out dreamscapes (As I Walk Away, Yr Face), there is an overwhelming sense of fun in all that Yuck do, reminiscent of early Flaming Lips, with some Bob Mould, Pavement and Silversun Pickups thrown in.
Done well, as it is here, this kind of music doesn't age. Yuck could be an original shoegaze act, or they could be part of the Nineties revival we're living through.
In truth, they're neither, forming in 2009.
It's heartening to hear a rock band of some experience still using overdrive, at a time when everyone else seems to be disappointingly dabbling with electronica.