• Think MC5 with better vocals. Think of most bands and add better lyrics, ferocious howls and chants, and yes, Whitmanesque, barbaric yawps sounding from the stage…pure rock and roll, the way the White Stripes were.

    — St Louis Magazine
  • The Yawpers are a joyride in a stolen car, a thrilling taste of liberty in an otherwise humdrum suburban existence.

    — Surviving the Golden Age
  • The Yawpers highlight all that is good with the rowdy bar band vibe as they pull off a Steve Earle fronts Old 97s sound with a blue collar work ethic of Uncle Tupelo.

    — The Fire Note
  • Their sound is all its own, a volatile stew of punk, country, Americana, old timey and bluegrass music, and good ol’ rock and roll.

    — Glide Magazine
  • This is rock and roll, the right way – the way we first experienced it as kids – songs about women, life, aggravation – at a breakneck pace and full-on throttle.

    — PopDose
  • Populist lyrical themes of golden era folk-Americana are contrasted beautifully against the majestic rhythms of heavy metal and punk. 

    — No Depression
  • A road trip across a psychedelic wasteland, though they skew a little more Hunter S. Thompson than Jim Morrison.

    — The AV Club
  • They take stylings of Americana Blues and hammer it in the face with some punk aggression, creating a blend that is packed full of energy, swagger, and addictive charisma.

    — Bloody-Disgusting.com
  • Taking ‘three chords and the truth’ to the Max, the Yawpers integrate the street Punk menace of the Ramones and MC5 with the sharp lyrics of someone like Jonboy Langford or even (early) Elvis Costello.

    — Rocking Magpie
  • The Yawpers are a three-piece rock and roll band from Denver, Colorado. The classic kind that people always say are dying off but are inevitably incorrect. There will always be people interested in unfettered aggression sublimated into the instrumental sludge of southern rock. 

    — Nerdist
  • They take stylings of Americana Blues and hammer it in the face with some punk aggression, creating a blend that is packed full of energy, swagger, and addictive charisma.

    — Bloody Disgusting
  • The Yawpers come out of some beer-drenched hole in Denver, full of fuzzy slide guitar with one ear towards 1970s rock and roll and another towards 1960s Delta blues.

    — Consequence of Sound
  • The guitar work is expansive and diverse blending rock/blues riffs, country twang with punkitude. The bottom end is speaker rattilin’, pound the steering wheel,  and hit the gas good.

    — Common Folk Music
  • The slide guitar is enough to slay you, and the screeching vocals could make your life flash before your eyes… This is a band that makes it look effortless… and meanwhile, the audience is getting messed up. The Yawpers are American heroes.

    — iheartlocalmusic
  • The Yawpers have created a sound that is equal parts frenetic, earnest, and menacing, all while bringing together disparate pieces of the American musical lexicon.

    — Hodi's Half Note
  • The Yawpers sing the body electric. Within them runs the same blood as The Black Keys, Nashville Pussy, and The Reverend Horton Heat. Their greasy rock 'n' roll is laced with alt-country grit, and it's not a bit tamed.

    — Charleston City Paper
  • Like an Oreo milkshake with Kahlua but instead of Kahlua it's Jack Daniels and instead of milk it's Jack Daniels. Basically you're eating Oreos and drinking Jack Daniels. You're shit faced and you're loving it.

    — SYFFAL
Denver, CO

We'd had our collective eye on these fellas for a while, after getting our grubby little hands on the recordings that would soon be their Bloodshot debut release American Man,  in addition to seeing the amazing video for their song “Silicone Love” on YouTube. Trust us; just watch it. (Spoiler alert: ROLLERBLADES! FIREARMS! GASOLINE!)

After missed opportunities to see the band play in Chicago, we finally got a chance to catch them outside a dingy punk club in east Austin at this year’s SXSW. The band took the stage in front of a sparse, meandering, slightly day-drunk crowd on an outdoor stage during the thick of the festival, conditions that would typically chew up and spit out most burgeoning outfits and have them swear they’d never play the Austin event again. But by the end of The Yawpers’ brief set – brimming with brutal and deeply soulful bottleneck slide guitar tones from Jesse Parmet, the stylistic and outright drum kit pummeling from Noah Shomberg, and lead man Nate Cook’s irreverent effervescence and searing vocal melodies – the crowd was packed with folks who were rejuvenated, dancing, and all in (seriously, there was a woman up front who was dancing so hard that her clothes were falling off). And we were all in, too.

The Yawpers craft tunes that are engrossed in creative context. Some might recall edges of the mid-1900s Delta blues, but only if those lived-in riffs were played by the MC5, broadcast through booming stadium speakers and drenched with pounds of fuzzy distortion and full-throttled punk rock energy. For what it’s worth, a friend at their aforementioned SXSW show called them “a bluesy Melvins.” They conduct parallel frequencies with the ferocious and raw proletarian roots of Uncle Tupelo, the burning-hot thrashings and cavernous sonic space of Hot Snakes, and mix in derisive scrutiny that brings to mind Ween or the Minutemen (and might we add that Cook is the spitting image of D. Boon).

 They’ve self-released an EP (Savage Blue), a full-length album (Capon Crusade), and a bootleg covers record (Good Songs/Shitty Versions). The Yawpers formed in 2011 when Parmet and Cook played together at the only speakeasy in Boulder, CO. They added a drummer to the mix and a new trio was born. The band’s name is a nod to Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass”: “I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.” 

Oh, and these maniacs will take you to the fires when they cover both ELVIS and MOTORHEAD!

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