Youves are a macho dance punk quintet from small-town Nuneaton, UK, and this is their debut mini album. As if spitting in the face of their parochial backwater origins, their sound is a wide ranging spastic hybrid of post-punk, indie and hardcore spirit, alive with the fearless folly of youth. Lean, aggressive and kinetic, they re a five-headed beast with a razor sharp sonic focus and steel eyed vision. Whilst we could lie and say that this particular name change took place due to musical evolution and a new-found sense of confidence the truth is that the Americans (Mirror Mirror) came along in a wave of hype, leading to much confusion. Well, frankly, f**k them. We Brits did it first, and we are better. Youves is born. Youves will prevail. Having released (under their previous alias) a split 7 with Rolo Tomassi, a limited edition tape and a solo debut single in the past year, they re no strangers to productivity either. Allayed firmly with the UK underground, Youves are vocal proponents of the independent spirit; like Black Flag being produced by James Murphy, but without the steroids and militant dogma. They re an efficient machine, well flexed, high on beer and protein, poised to steal hearts, minds and girlfriends.