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Rating: THE REVIEW
There are certain albums, at least I hope it's not just my own condition, that once dusted off, despite knowing them by heart, settle into the stereo and stay there for weeks. For me, this effect is caused, for example, by "Songs About Fucking." Now you might ask, what the hell do Big Black have to do with these No Age? Nothing, but they managed to make me change the album after just three weeks, and that already means they're not bad at all.
They come from Los Angeles and there are two of them: one on vocals and drums, the other on guitar (an SG devil that calling it destroyed is an understatement) and they make music that however you define it, you diminish it, but we'll give it a try anyway (otherwise, what kind of review is it?!?). They sound like a song by My Bloody Valentine placed in the hands of Husker Du with the filling and demeanor of the worst aimless teenagers who want to accomplish everything in a constant Low-Fi regime... ah, and let's not forget a splash of Superchunk.
"Nouns", released in May ('08) by Sub Pop, is their second album, but it's quite fresh: perfect for those suffocating dead days that seem torn from any page of Marquez. With their shrill voices and mostly major-key melodies, I'm sure they'll be great company for this summer and for the siesta hours, and if it happens to be a rainy season, don't worry: there are a couple of Loveless-like songs that will keep you company in that case.
In short, I've already picked my Calippo.
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Summary by Bot
No Age's 'Nouns' revitalizes with a raw and lo-fi indie rock vibe. Its fresh sound combines intense guitar work and shrill vocals, evoking influences like My Bloody Valentine and Husker Du. The album is ideal for both summer and rainy days, offering an engaging soundtrack for various moods. The reviewer appreciates its novelty and lasting appeal.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
02 Eraser (02:40)
It's an eyesore
My head was shaved
It's a pain sometimes I try to walk on by
A witness now in every place
A window broke I wonder what I get paid
Watch him die
A window now in every place
A witness spoke I wonder what I get paid
Watch him die
Wait for the foreman now get paid
Wait and see the list of shit you made
Gotta see my hearts a darker place
Gotta be my soul's the one who pay
No Age
No Age are an American duo from Los Angeles formed in 2005 by Randy Randall (guitar) and Dean Allen Spunt (drums, vocals). Emerging from The Smell’s DIY community, they fused noise rock, punk energy and shoegaze textures across key releases on Sub Pop and later Drag City.05 Reviews
