No Age
Nouns

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.