No Age – Losing Feeling EP

No Age – Losing Feeling EP

No Age – Losing Feeling EP

I think it’d be safe to assume that the bond between California friends, No Age (Dean Spunt and Randy Randall,) is a solidly strong one. They’ve endlessly toured the U.S. and other parts of the world, they’ve successfully continued expanding their sound into a tight-knit, matured variety and they’ve, now, triumphantly released music that excites fans to no end. With an undeniable amount of ambition, they’ve come out on top of the lo-fi, noisy pop/rock of music.

Their latest EP, Losing Feeling is fletchingly close to what they’ve created before: Weirdo Rippers was a collection of confidently talented and poised noise, Nouns was a new development of melodically strong noise with a bit of ambience. And now, it seems as though they’ve learned to temper all of the loudness and are showcasing the ability to combine it with smooth compositions, mimicking the ebb and flow of a California roller coaster.

From the opening, the haziness that covers the title track is a cunningly sweet foray: it’s possessing, foreboding and foreshadows the ensuing bursts of sound. Spunt’s drums are ever-present as they tumble down the opening rolls of speed while Randall’s guitar is a fixture of pace. Where this haze was leading into something bold and full of steam, the two shifts in loudness creep from controlled to straight up explosion. It shows true growth and more importantly, an attentive ear to the endless possibility of songcrafting and its worth.

It all took place in their native Los Angeles and as expected, everything was written in the comfortable space of their practice room. Ironically so, the title of the EP is the exact opposite of where they’ve headed and where they’re going as a band. Definitely more talented than some (Wavves), better musicians than others (Nobunny), and victoriously more mature than one (Japandroids), No Age are where you strive to be as a band trying to make it in the world of noise rock and pop. You can take something like “Aim at the Airport” and fully realize that this ambience of melting, atmospheric blibs, playground noises and reserved keyboards all into one cascading flow is a terrific extension of their skill.

With this album only going to be available on vinyl, the point in this type of release is for the listener to capture the genuine essence of their sound. Even though “Genie” was actually written in the practice space, Randall’s muscular guitar is a pleasantly off-setting compliment to Spunt’s drowning vocals. The shine is curtailed by dirty sheen but taken as the slow-burning gem that it is, it makes for an outstanding cut of countermelody lesson.

One would also assume that their niche or in some cases, novelty, would wear off by now. However, such an assumption is not the case for No Age and their brand of music making. This isn’t the same set of music each time out, no, instead it’s a sincere evolution into something that all can behold. Many would be smart to learn from this band because they’ve obviously got “it” figured out.

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