Yucatan yw band y diwrnod ar:
http://www.anewbandaday.com/

Yucatan is the band of the day today on:
http://www.anewbandaday.com/

Here's food for thought. (By the way, that sentence will now reveal itself to be pun-tabulous.) So: the world record for eating cow brains is held by Takeru Kobayashi, who ate 57 - nearly 18lbs - in 15 minutes. Oleg Zhornitskiy ate 8lbs of mayonnaise in eight minutes. Don Lerman ate 7 quarter-pound sticks of salted butter in five minutes.

Two thoughts immediately spring to mind. Firstly, that their mothers must be so proud. And secondly, I wonder if there is a point - say, after the fifth pound of mayo - where the sheer awfulness of spooning white fatty gloop into your mouth abates, and a strange zen-like bliss overcomes the participant, making every further spoon/cup/bowl-ful a serotonin-fuelled trip to the brain's pleasure centre.

I assume this is what compels people to keep listening to U2 albums. The thought that doing so was to glimpse bland, ego-fuelled, MOR rock hell disappears, and been replaced by genuine desire to subject themselves to it.

Listening to Today's New Band, Yucatan, will never be a trial or test. Songs like Un Cyfle are fine-spun cobwebs of gentle sound. Yucatan sing in Welsh, a language that has been long suited to dreamy, lilting melodies. No, most listeners won't understand it, but that's missing the point - regardless of your language, you'll get lost in the soothing swoop of the songs and lyrics.

A Oes Ymateb builds from sparseness and reaches twinkling, shimmering heights. Dau is the beautiful music played at a dead miner's wake. If Yucatan's songs were played at a Competitive Eating contest, all the participants would stop, mid-guzzle, to reflect on life, the universe, and their absurd role in it all. Then they'd carry on, because those hot dogs aren't going to eat themselves.

Mae'r band di cyrraedd y 21ain ganrif. Mae'r albwm dweathaf gan Yucatan o’r enw Yucatan ar iTunes. Be da chi'n feddwl o hynna? Da ta be?
Tra dwi wrthi, 'da ni yn hefo pump, ia, pump, (that's 5) aelod newydd yn y band. Jen, Gwenno, Mirain, Cai a Sïon.  Maen nhw yn chwarae string a horns. Ac maen nhw'n anhygoel.
Felly os da chi isio helpu ni allu talu am bres petrol i fynd i gigs a ballu plîs prynwch yr albwm.
Mae o’n albwm da 'fyd.

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Hi the band has well and truly arrived the 21st century. We are on iTunes. The housewives favourite tune buying store. Is that good? Or what?
While we are at it, it could be a good time for us to say that we have five, yes, five (5) new members to the band. Jen, Gwenno, Mirain, Cai and Sïon. They are amazing. They play the horns and strings. Well good.
So, if you want us to help to pay for petrol, brass polish, and horse mane, please buy the album. It will help.  Spend a little, live a lot. Every little helps. Just do it. I'm loving it. And so on.....

nes i ddod ar draw hwn ar y we heddiw.braidd yn hwyr ond yyy...
eniwe, adolygiad o albym cynta' Yucatan yn y cylchgrawn Rock Sound.

just found this today.it's a review of Yucatan's first album in Rock Sounds.
better late than never a.i'm just happy they reviwed it on the same page as Bjork!

http://www.exacteditions.com/exact/browse/413/464/2482/3/96

EP 10" The Dead Young Club Beth mae'r label yn ddweud/What the label says:
This is a record to introduce the world to 4 new members of the Dead Young family; The Cubical, The Lucid Dream, Yucatan and A Love Supreme. Combining them on a limited edition (400 copies), hand numbered, poster dressed 10" may be seen as something for the purists....it probably is. Each of the records are opportunities for artistic expression, not just in the songs themselves, but in the way they are presented. Each record comes in a limited, numbered fold out piece of art, logos are hand pressed onto the labels, the records include individual Polaroid's shot by the bands and each copy is sealed by hand with candle wax. We give you The Dead Young Club, Volume 1.THE CUBICAL - EDWARD THE CONFESSOR - Dave Sardy (Rolling Stones, Johnny Cash, Oasis) Produced at Sunset Sound, Hollywood, these purveyors of psych, blues, terror groove, have had compliments from wide & far - Whiskey soaked bluesman with twanging guitars...1000 miles an hour white electricity/ MOJO MAGAZINE /Claustrophobic garage blues psych at its most terrifying/ DAZED AND CONFUSED /Raw Genius/ NME /Enough to make a listener fear divine retribution, hide the children and close the curtains/ SPIN MAGAZINE YUCATAN - UN CLYFE - Welsh, epic, soundscapes, beautifully interwoven with strings, glocs &subtle vocals. Final recordings worked up at Sigur Ros' Studio in Iceland. described as "stunning music from a special place" by BBC Radio One's Huw Stephens. A LOVE SUPREME - I KNOW YOU GOT SOUL - Produced by the legendary Alan Smythe (Arctic Monkeys, Pulp, James), this anthemic track marks a change in direction for ALS. Brooding, bold and honest. THE LUCID DREAM - I GOT THE DEVIL - Carlisle's, The Lucid Dream have only played 5 shows, but in that time their filthy, Jesus & Mary Chain, Spaceman 3 -esque drawl has found them plenty of fans. Including Tom Robinson @ BBC 6 Music & Clint Boon @ XFM who have heavily supported the band. Reviews in artrocker , Stool pigeon, NME, DIS and many indie websites.

YUCATAN
YUCATAN
SLACYR

Nid rhyw ego am newid y byd, nid ychwaith rhyw Gymro naïf ifanc yn dyheu am lwyddiant byd eang. Na, dyma Dilwyn Llwyd yn agor clwyfau ei galon yn gyhoeddus ac yn caniatáu i ni wrando a mwynhau dolefau ei enaid. Nid caneuon pop i gael dawns a charu sydd yma, ond rhyfeddodau pleth o gerddoriaeth i leddfu anhunedd ac i dawelu'r ysbryd. Daw "Y Gwacter" a'i rhythmau trip hop isel yn gefndir i gyrn a ffidlau swynol, ond yno hefyd mae'r gitâr a'r llais ymylol ganolog ymron yn berffaith. Rhyw sibrwd pruddglwyfus a geir gan Dilwyn fel rheol, nid y felan glasurol, ond rhyw gwyn megis Bonnie Prince Billy yn canu am dywyllwch yr oes. Rhaid rhyfeddu at wneuthuriad celfydd y caneuon. Ystyriwch recordiau cynharaf Bright Eyes ac yna rhoi aeddfedrwydd melfedaidd i'w lleddfu, dyna gewch chi gan Yucatan. Mae'r gân "Malu Trwsio Chwalu Uno" yn chwyddo'n rhyfeddol gyda'r ffidlau'n symffonig chwarae'u tremolo fel rhagarweiniad i'r gitar ddaw i'r fei wedi tair munud a hanner. Gitarau trwm rhythmig yn datblygu'r gân syml hon yn epig enfawr.
Wedi rhai munudau sy'n atgoffa dyn o Pax gan Brith Gof, daw gwychder Yucatan i'r amlwg gyda'r "Un Cyfle" anthemig sydd yn nodweddiadol o'r Polyphonic Spree ar eu gorau. Ymddengys dylanwad Giant Sands yn drwm iawn ar "Cyrn Pen" gyda'r llais yn ysgytwol ar dro, fel na chlywyd erioed o'r blaen ar record Gymraeg. Y geiriau'n ddeifiol, y gerddoriaeth yn soffistigedig, er yn syml, a'r cyfanwaith yn esgyn uwchlaw cerddoriaeth gyfoes. Yng nghwmni y Lambchop Cymraeg daw'r cyfan i ben gyda "Cwsg". Trac fer isel ei hysbryd, ond calonogol ei naws. "Ond mi wela i di yn y gwanwyn" meddai Dilwyn drwy'r reverb i godi'n calonnau ni oll. Cwsg tymhorol gaeafol yn unig i efelychu rhyw afiechyd SAD neu'i gilydd a geir yn nghanol y feiolinau'n atseinio yn glo naturiol ar ddrws Yucatan yn cau.
Dwi'n ymfalchïo yn y sin Gymraeg newydd yma sydd ddim yn cystadlu ag unrhyw sin mewn iaith arall, ond yn cynnig rhywbeth gwahanol ac unigryw i Gymru. Ond dydy Yucatan ddim yn ran o'r sin newydd yma sylwch chwi. Does dim caneuon i ddawnsio'n hapus iddynt yma nag i wrando'n astud ar faled swynol. Nid palas y brenin yw hwn gyda'r cerddorion glanaf, ond bwthyn yr awenydd ydyw, a'r awenydd hwnnw'n --r medrus cerddorol gyda'i gymdeithion niferus yn ysu am gyfeilio ymhellach i'w dor-calon. Er fod nifer o ddylanwadau amlwg Saesneg, mae'r seiniau yn Gymreig, yn alawol a'r testun yn goeth Gymraeg. Mae Yucatan yn unigryw, yn Gymraeg, yn rhannol Gymreig ac yn chwyldro i'r sin roc Gymraeg. Diolch byth amdanynt. Dyma'r band dwi wedi bod yn disgwyl amdanynt ers dros ddegawd yn y Gymraeg.

*****
Huw Dylan Owen

With this lush, self-titled album, Welsh experimentalists Yucatan have come up with an unexpectedly appealing otherworldly debut. After a chance meeting with members of the stunning Sigur Ros, Yucatan holed up in their Icelandic studio and set about creating this dreamily-experimental collection. Swollen, expansive and at times spooky, this is an intoxicating Welsh-Icelandic brew that drifts irresistibly through pop's hinterland. Enjoyably tricky to try and describe, this is a quietly beautiful album. Sigur Ros devotees need this album in their lives.

Review by Tom Leins

The conceptual framework of one man fleshed out elegantly by the musicianship of a talented quartet, Yucatan's self-titled album is a long-player of rare grace and understated grandeur. Said core protagonist Dilwyn Llwyd constructed the record in his mind over a number of years, during which time he departed his native Wales – the record is sung entirely in Welsh – to settle for a while in Catalonia and, entirely accidentally, pass some hours away in the company of members of Sigur Rós. That Yucatan could be mistaken as the work of the Icelandic outfit is, almost probably, no coincidence.

Taken as background noise – wallpaper surrounding circumstances no lending themselves to concentrated and appreciative listening – it's entirely likely that Llwyd's mumbled vocals could be misunderstood as the musings of a man from an island far further north than the spectacular landscapes of Wales. Yet don't assume the low-in-the-mix vocals are a by-product of in-studio nervousness – everything is woven in such a fashion that layers ripple and rise organically, and when a word or two is lost to the ether it's so that another wave of instrumentation can bubble towards the surface.

Recorded at the Sundlaugin studio in Iceland – a complex built into a converted swimming pool – this debut album has an enveloping quality to it that's hard to convey precisely in conventional critical language. Purrs of comfort and contentment are difficult to transcribe, after all, and while there's certainly nothing amazingly remarkable about the sound-sculpting on show, everything's sewn up with skilful subtleness. It just feels nice, really, really nice; it's hardly going to displace the more renowned post-rockers of this world from their perches, but it's a fine first effort from a man – and band – who clearly gaze with wonderment at every night sky as if it's the last they'll see, counting the stars one by one until it's mapped to memory.

It's up there that Yucatan will sound at its most perfect, when the only object of note against an ocean of darkness is our own Earth. Llwyd's music is that transcendental when at its finest, and we're already looking forward to album number two and more of the same, if not just more.



Words: Mike Diver

If I wanted to fill my mind with space (not that there's not already a lot of room in there) I'd slap this on and close my eyes. It seems to have been recorded before a long, flat, distant and low horizon, undisturbed by geographical feature and overwhelmed and dwarfed by a gigantic sky. Painters go to Provence to find it, to trip in the light fantastic. Dilwyn Llywd has clearly found the sonic equivalent in Catalonia and Iceland. Breathtakingly epic rock (in the non-stadium sense.)