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Music Info

	Release Date: 4/29/2003


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Fever to Tell

Rating:

Reviewed by:
David Peisner

Ah, sweet hype. This Brooklyn trio is everybody’s safe bet for 2003, and their impressive first full-length indicates why: It’s clever, decadent, and colossally stupid all at the same time. Jittery guitar lines make their songs sound like Blondie shoved through a shredder, while frontwoman Karen O’s sleazy come-ons sound like epileptic fits. Short on songwriting chops but long on attitude, the Yeahs are ready to rock. Just don’t take them too seriously.