When we first clicked play on this song and all that came in was that single, lonely piano plunk, we have to admit we were surprised. Hearing that a band is called Yuck, you expect lo-fi power chords, maybe a shouted chorus, some dark, blurry pictures of the band playing in a warehouse or something. But no, instead we get Justin Vernon-esque intimate and stark vocals and a creepy/awkward/awesome line about keeping semen to yourself. The fact that this is labeled as a demo over at Pinglewood could mean a couple things: either it's going to stay as minimal as we're hearing it now (good idea), or the real version will come replete with a full string section, rapid fire drum rolls an an entire men's choir (bad idea).
Photographer Jon Bergman