Yello's début album is just as odd as the cover art implies. Their blend of musical chairs and art house ideals is damn near impossible to put into words without resorting to a list of synonyms for weird. They share
Kraftwerk's love of avant-garde blips and squeaks, but not the minimalism;
Yello compositions are more multi-layered. I don’t know why they weren't huge, because they're one of the most interesting things to come out of that awful 80s Synth-pop scene.
Songs of Note:
Bostich;
Night Flanger
3½ lights turned on out of 5
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