Someone recently asked me to explain the appeal of No Age, and there's really no better place to start than their live shows. Stripped of the arty pretensions of their records, the bare structures of their raw and catchy tunes shine on stage. Poor programming choices ensured the venue was half-full for their 45-minute set, but the Los Angeles duo were undeterred.
No Age ripped through selections from last year's An Object, ("I Won't Be your Generator") as well as choice cuts ("Fever Dreaming") and even a B-side from their surprisingly deep back catalog, all while joking with one another and the thin but enthusiastic crowd, a few of whom took to slam-dancing. Randy Randall's guitar was a tad too muddy at times, giving fans pause as they tried to sort in their head exactly what song was being played, but both he and Dean Allen Spunt played with enthusiastic abandon. Boiled down to their essence, No Age still manage to impress.
No Age ripped through selections from last year's An Object, ("I Won't Be your Generator") as well as choice cuts ("Fever Dreaming") and even a B-side from their surprisingly deep back catalog, all while joking with one another and the thin but enthusiastic crowd, a few of whom took to slam-dancing. Randy Randall's guitar was a tad too muddy at times, giving fans pause as they tried to sort in their head exactly what song was being played, but both he and Dean Allen Spunt played with enthusiastic abandon. Boiled down to their essence, No Age still manage to impress.
