yajé make overloaded fuzz, raw and pure joy-pop. An eclectic bunch with equally eclectic interests and backgrounds united by a desire to make pop music that's actually, you know, 'interesting' and 'authentic' in some way. Vibes over hairstyles and, too use an Ornette Coleman quote, "...not taking up all your time to say something that doesn't mean anything."
Schizoid noise pop. A Burroughs like half breed with olive green skin and a shock of red hair.
"The noise that Yajé make swamps and gloops every surface like the tentacle monster from the end of Watchmen. The guitars make slicing, fuzzy waves of awkwardness, vocals beam in from some distant broom cupboard, moaning and shouting over the fractured effects pedal tidal waves. Yajé make songs located halfway between beer buzz and LSD freak out, weird and experimental yet scrappy and joyous, writhing around inside a giant, opaque jellyfish of sound. Champion dosers; monster thrills." The Joy Collective