Yikes is the San Francisco garage bangers troop that bangs out nutty guitar trash madness. Consisting of John Dwyer (Coachwhips, OCS, Pink & Brown, Ziegenbock Kopf amongst others) on guitar and vocals, Eric Park (Curse of the Birthmark) on second guitar and Mike Donovon (Ropers, NAM, Big Techno Werewolves and Sounds of the Barbary Coast) on drums.

Yikes was formed when Dwyer called an end to Coachwhips to try something new, something more fun and explosive in nature. Yikes play the kind of music that feels as though it could all fall apart at any moment, with its distorto wails, galloping drums and demented six-stringed shred.

See Also
The Pope, Landed, Megafuckers, Bipolar Bear,

Press
"Led by John Dwyer (ex Coachwhips and OCS), Yikes deliver blasts of lo-fi, heroically distorted, near chaotic noise, in which fuzzed guitars freak out and roiling drums mark a lurching beat. Fans of the Jesus Lizard and The Fall should feel at home here." -- Time Out (Sharon O'Connell)

So I know I'm a little creepy when I open this CD up and instantly recognize John Dwyer from a profile picture because he's holding his guitar up to his chest, probably destroying everyone's ears and minds. John Dwyer used to front the Coachwhips, and they rocked harder than most bands in the world jumping on top of TVs and knocking shit over all the time. He also is the front of the more subdued OCS or Oh Sees. Even deeper, he was in Pink and Brown and has been one of my favorite musicians of the last 5 years. Okay, beyond this though, the Yikes record is more song structured than Pink and Brown, which is to say it isn't just noise music, and way less structured than the Coachwhips garage throwback sound...so if you like dirty garage rock say, the Sonics, and you idolize Lightning Bolt and Wolf Eyes' noise collages, this record is probably right there in the middle for you. -- Radio 1190

Besides possessing the best album title of the year, Yikes' Whoa Comas / Blood Bomb also holds the dubious honor of exciting me exactly 7 seconds into the recording-a feat that I cannot recall any other band doing this year (besides Thee Ohsees, which I will bring up. . . very soon, in fact). Featuring can-do-no-wronger John Dwyer-of Coachwhips, Pink and Brown, and Thee Ohsees (whose album Sucks Blood is simply the best I heard all year)-this seven-song EP from the Bay Area group gets more out of its 15 minutes than albums four times its length. Joining Dwyer is Eric Park (Curse of the Birthmark), and together they create the ultimate, demented guitar shred that could hold its own in any haunted house. Mike Donovan (of Ropers and Big Techno Werewolves, among others) lends his galloping percussion to the mix, and I honestly say that I have never snarled for the sheer joy of it until running through these songs. With Dwyer's fuzzed out vocals laying back in the mix, Yikes fashions rock and roll with the barest elements in tack: make it loud and fun. Dwyer formed Yikes after disbanding Coachwhips in hopes that something more fun and explosive could be made. This is beyond explosive. Upon first spinning the record, and realizing that five songs had passed by before I realized that tracks had begun and ended, I wondered how this music simply didn't come unraveled. Is this a drawback in this EP's case? Definitely not. This is this most exciting album I've heard this year. This is music to shock/jolt/stutter by. -- the Chanticleer Online (Matthew L. Reese)

Yikes, indeed! If you enjoy effects heavy, fuzzed out, fucked up, rudimentary rawk freakshows, this new Yikes is for you! John Dwyer and co. launch a boil-popping noise barrage that barely leaves any room for the squawked and shouted vocals. If you've been keeping tabs on Dwyer's sonic activities, you might be pleased to discover that his latest exclamation fits right between his old bands Coachwhips and Pink And Brown. Tho' we can also say that on songs like "The Wick" he sounds like a dyspeptic Robert Pollard. The assault is short if not sweet; the seven songs clock in at just under fifteen minutes! -- Aquarius Records

This one comes on fast and hits you hard without really letting go for a good solid 15 minutes of pure crazy fun. Yikes are a San Francisco trio comprised of members of other beloved bay area bands (who I'm not actually familiar with) creating their own extremely overdriven version of pure rock and roll energy. The seven songs are all structured similarly, almost making distinctions between tracks unimportant. The guitar are fuzzy and twangy, the drums are simple but effective and the vocals howl in distorted, joyous yelps over it all. Pieces of it remind me of a more insane version of The Cramps, with occasional touches of Lightning Bolt, and a little bit of Comets on Fire flavor thrown in for good measure. I could imagine Yikes fitting in perfectly into the colorful, burnt out world of these bands, while still adding their own unique energy to the mix. I'm sure they are even more mind-blowing and energetic live, but this CD is still a fun little romp into the weirdo, garage-psych world of Yikes. This also features one of my favorite cover drawings of the year, really hilarious and awesome stuff. 9/10 -- Foxy Digitalis (Charles Franklin)

Yikes
Whoa Comas/Blood Bomb
KSR24
CD EP