No Age Snares Like a Haircut
Published Jan 19, 2018No Age make music you don't so much consume as become acclimated to.
For over a decade, the L.A. art punks have crafted hazy, wondrous albums that feel like planets stuck in separate solar systems — each one made up of the same elements — Randy Randall's monstrous riffs and expansive effects and Dean Spunt's sinewy and sporadically intense drum fills and vocals — but governed by the unseen forces that surround them. (In real life, the community-centric scene that birthed them and aligned, anti-corporate mindset that keeps their music from being totally co-opted by the mainstream.)
At times, they sound like they're being torn apart and fighting to stay whole (2010 career highlight Everything In Between); other times, it's like the world is collapsing upon them, rendering every electrical charge grey, distant or mute (the severely underrated minimalist art piece, An Object).
After a four-year recording absence, the DIY dynamos are back with Snares Like a Haircut, an album that finds the powerhouse pair delivering ambient experiments not heard since Weirdo Rippers ("Third Grade Rave," as well as the album's title track) and the kind of Kevin Shields-meets-Grant Hart flourishes that originally got punks moshing and critics wishing they were in the pit (opener "Cruise Control," and nearly every other track).
They don't exactly reinvent the wheel here (Spunt's work with contact microphones, a major musical high-point on their previous record, seems absent), but rather refine the goods that got them to this point (the dreamy "Send Me," propulsive "Soft Collar Fad" and "Drippy" are definitely up there with their best tunes).
No Age have always been considered a political band, despite their often obtuse lyrics. Snares Like a Haircut might be their most accessible and uplifting record yet; released in a time of social decay, it's a statement that rings loud and clear. (Drag City)