Concert Review: Yuno Makes The Crowd Say “Damn!” At Brooklyn Steel

With a brief set, Yuno made claim to Brooklyn Steel. As the audience gathered, I knew he was doing well because of one word I heard said behind me: “Damn!” This word is not just a “bad word.” It is also what we say when we are surprisingly impressed by something/ someone we did not expect to impress us so. Yet, the minute that baseline dropped, Yuno’s fandom arose.

Yuno’s music encapsulates the exciting oaths we make to ourselves when we are bored. He fluffs and froths his instrumentals as if he was crafting a citrus beer, and between its amber kicks we think of all things we want to do and swear we will. This approach to lyricism and sound will speak to anyone. It bottles optimism with shades of discontent, which explains why his latest LP was called Moodie. What is moodiness if not the inner battle between hope for better days and the crashing belief that all you will know are mundane ones.

Live, Yuno has a punk-pop sound that makes guitars feel like they were made from bubblegum and blades. He can stomp a chord as if Godzilla decided to do a tap-dance over Lego World; matching destructiveness with an innocent benevolence. Yet, that match is what makes him so young, fresh, and highly relatable as a performance artist. On stage, he just seems like your buddy that, by chance, can journal his life into music. While he gives his all in sound and vocals, it is the casual approachability of his presence that wins the crowd.

Vocally, Yuno feels like Frank Ocean meets Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend. Using every surreal synth and girded melody to create a bouncing, surrealist popscape that has no problem getting dark or heavy. From “No Going Back” to “Galapagos,” Yuno’s songs may have danced with heartbreak, but they filled the Brooklyn Steel Warehouse with excitement. For More Information On Yuno Click Here.