When you think of Yams you probable envision a Thanksgiving Day table. Mounds of mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, a golden brown turkey and of course… sweet, sticky yams. Well get that out of your mind because while Vancouver’s Yams are one of the most blistering live acts in the city, they’re definitely a group you don’t want at your dinner table.Acid soaked blues and high octane power pop are put through the grinder and spat out as demented tales of substance abuse, sexual deviancy and love gone seriously wrong.Mitch Andres (vocals, bass), Brian Bresset (guitar), Greg Laiken (guitar) and Tim Huston (drums) are four Vancouver musicians looking to leave top forty rock shirtless, penniless and begging for more by the side of the road.Songs written from the point of view of a serial killer, stories of cocaine abuse and schizophrenia somehow become irresistible singalongs when wrapped in the infectious riffs and melodies spun out by the foursome. Brian Bresset’s guitar playing is absolutely incendiary and Mitch Andres' vocals range from a desperate plea to a savage howl.Their debut EP recorded and mixed by Todd Simko of seminal Canadian band Pure is a perfect blend of savage guitars, melody, scathing lyrics and fantastic three minute pop arrangements.“I don’t mind some freaky shit†howl’s Andre on the track I-5, and by the end of a night with the Yams at your table, you sure won’t either.
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