When they were first getting started back in 2007, No Age were EP fiends. They released five such missives on five different labels over just a few months, and soon after plucked tracks from them for their first full-length release, Weirdo Rippers. Since then the L.A. guitar-and-drums duo has toured so much, been written about so much, and released such a great album (Nouns), that those initial releases feel a little like ancient relics.
EPs are strange bedfellows for albums. What is their purpose? A hostel for rejected songs? A bridge between one period of a band’s career and the next? LP songs that couldn’t fit into their grand scheme? Unlike albums, which can always be seen as a statement or lovingly crafted body of work, EPs seem to be the neglected children in comparison. No Age, in this case, sound like they are using it to tentatively step into clearer sounds and hazier ideas.
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.