Background/Composition: No Age are an L.A. art-punk duo who many on the Internet will tell you are as much a "philosophy" as a band.
Say whatever you will about the smokescreen of "punk values," but putting the t-shirt-clad, long-haired stalwarts of staying DIY while you grow onstage at a glitzy, corporate, corporate-mobile-branded club just felt off. It would've been fine in a basement rock club (they played the Hard Luck the night before), but it was just strange here. At least the bathroom attendants had the night off. I'm sure Dean Spunt and Randy Randall wouldn't know what to do with that.
I bolted as fast as I could from the across-town Owen Pallett show, expecting to have to fight my way through a huge line to get in. When I told the door girl I was on a guest list she looked confused and said "just go ahead." The room was barely half-full. Am I living in a blog bubble? How big is the Sub Pop band's fanbase actually?
Reviews of No Age tend to treat them like high-minded art projects, not so much music as a statement. Live, they're much more on the "punk" side of "art-punk." Noisy, sure, but just piles of riffs and chanted, single-toned vocals, done in 30 minutes. Way more satisfying in a live environment. Ask the people front-right who started a (very polite) mosh pit. If everyone just took them as a fun punk band (at least live), and promoters/critics billed accordingly, this grade would be higher.
— Chart Attack (@ChartAttack) May 11, 2014