With the world around us bruised and bloodied with teeth already dug
into the concrete curb, we find ourselves with the shadow of a large
boot looming overhead. What better time for No Age? Remember,
they are the ones who first brought you the hospital-bed-feel-good-
anthem, "Get Hurt" (2007). They know how to ecstatically rage and
power on thru pain, because what else are you gonna do? The future
belongs to the cockroaches, and this record is made for the disparate
band of misfits who 2017 couldn't kill.
Snares Like a Haircut sounds like the
good shit, and smells like the buzzy
burning off of an aura, the marine layer suddenly vanished, leaving a thin
layer of smog over the songs, simmering sock gazing tunes, revved and displacing enormous amounts
of sound soil. This is pure driving music, for the bus racer and the car
driver, with too many signs, bells and little lites flashing, ticking away.
This is a record for the Foothill and the Valley, with a chemical sunset
flowering at the end of every day. It's a feeling made by driving music
for driving music.