I've got a knifeedge relationship with No Age, never sharper than now. They're so flinty, so distant, and sometimes that reads as thrilling frisson // boring twaddle. My accidental double-review of Everything In Between says it all.
This is as stripped down as they get, falling backwards into some postpunk negative space, shedding skin, still inventing sounds, but sulking them into the backdrop. Man that production's wafer crisp. So much noise in so little space, just giving up entire ranges, hemmed in by sonic gentrification. Probably their worst album, but right, hell I'm into it 3.5/5
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