In a dark and desolate warehouse area in Brooklyn, I see nothing more then a few parked cars and some buzzing street lights before me. I’m in search of Shea Stadium, but I haven’t seen another person for 20 minutes so an entire stadium’s worth seems unlikely. I’ve come to hear Wild Yaks, and if I were gonna pick an urban setting for their natural habitat, the area seems to fit the bill. All that’s missing is a dusty wind and some tumbleweeds. Hallelujah for Google Maps, which eventually guides me around a corner where I find signs of life on a warehouse rooftop. This must be the place.
Inside, the DIY venue is something like a 1980’s punk rock movie, complete with wooden painted waves surrounding the stage, colourful disco lighting and comfy sinking couches around the room. A far cry from Urban Outfitters, where they had their record release of Million Years a few weeks ago; 
no, this setting has the perfect hard core vibe for their raw sound.
By the time Wild Yaks hit the stage the packed out crowd is amped and ready to go. Meeting us with the same big energy, they tore on to stage and madness ensued. It was a mixture of sometimes punk rock, sometimes surf rock, sometimes sea shanty…. and something very new and undefinable. The heart was clearly in the music, with lots of affection between band members and so much effort I 
wouldn’t be surprised if there were some bleeding fingers. When they started on the *obvious* crowd favorite, River May Come, the whole scene lost it, which just brought out an even Wilder and Yakier side of the band. Not bad for what looked like a modest venue in the urban bush-lands. Glad their music proved nothing tame. Stay Wild, Yaks.
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