Frantic, frenetic and ferocious, Liverpool five-piece Yammerer are impossible to pigeon-hole, let alone cage. Lazy comparisons might see the quintet compared to the likes of The Fall, or perhaps even Idles, though while there are similarities, especially as far as the former are concerned, there’s a sense of something unhinged at the core of Yammerer that not even Mark E Smith could channel, no matter how many tantrums he threw.
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