A few ecstatic blips on the EKG are now being detected under the heavy armour of music’s dying potentials and creeping cynicism. The advent of the Youngs’ Mimicry debut attests to it.

Owing more to Grandaddy than the White Stripes, the Young's songs here conjure the melancholic beauty of a couple witnessing the end of the world. With lyrical topics ranging from futile space migrations, to the power of love in the face of being psychically vampirized by modern cities, to the Skull and Bones Society, to a beautiful and sincere suicide pact between lifelong partners, the Youngs have crafted a form of music that quite literally sparkles and shines with bountiful appeal for those of us who are only agitated by that stuff called "Emo"..

After hearing this great sounding and well-produced record you won’t believe they can pull it off. And you’ll be pleasantly surprised.