Los Angeles art punks No Age have always strained uneasy ambience out of the energy of hardcore and vice versa. In their earliest recordings, the duo landed somewhere between the sloppy youthful explosions of Void, My Bloody Valentine's fuzz-buried pop, and the churning ambient darkness of Gas. The series of dichotomies that makes their music as appropriate for all-ages shows at skate parks and stark white-walled gallery backdrops reaches its apex here, and even the relatively short running time of less than a half hour makes sense for the overall statement.
Unlike earlier releases, no sound or idea lingers too long or whips by too quickly and nervously. The clashes in sound become the very skeletons for the songs, and the songwriting is more fearless and honest than ever before, marking a distinct maturity for No Age and resulting in their best work to date.