No Age: Weirdo Rippers

No Age
Weirdo Rippers
Fat Cat

Somewhere on No Age's "Loosen This Job," in the thatch of Randy Randall's guitar noise and the spiny drum clicks of Dean Spunt, one can just make out Randall's yelp of "Why are there so many records in my life?" Or so it seems. Recently interviewed on the Paper Thin Walls website, Randall reveals that he actually says, "records of my life," but such misinterpretation suits them, too. They can also be paranoid about T.I.A. while obsessing over their Troubleman Unlimited seven-inch collection.

This young L.A.-based duo surround themselves with records in more ways than one: They extol the virtues of everyone from Greg Ginn to Kevin Shields, Pavement to Karp, while simultaneously releasing a spate of singles on five different DIY labels (Teenage Teardrops, Deleted Art, Youth Attack, Upset the Rhythm, and Post Present), all on the same day! Those sides are conveniently collected on Weirdo Rippers, a brusque and invigorating half-hour of ambient guitar baths and guttural outbursts. While opener "Every Artist Needs a Tragedy" cloaks itself in the type of static that Pavement did circa Perfect Sound Forever, they then go full throttle on "Boy Void."

Throughout, No Age prove themselves adept not just at nailing four-track texture, but crafting catchy punk hooks, too. On standout "Dead Plane," the duo loose three minutes of feedback bliss before plunging into three-chord fuzz redolent of the Ramones, had they copped both Brian Eno's adenoidal British accent and his Discreet Music tendencies.