Nouns

Nouns' effect is hazy, numbing, and merely pleasant--quite the opposite of experiencing No Age in person.

But for all Randall's hairdryer noise and molten texture, they seem to lack killer hooks.

No Age is certainly an adventurous band, but its sound here suffers from too much repetition.

There are songs on Nouns that seemingly defy you to listen, and not because they’re loud or crass or due-heavy on true-dat market-maneuvers and what I guess we can now safely call “aural assault”; and not because of the bad vocals, bunkered mix job, or the hundred and one other things that would make your parents, my professors or Celine Dion hate this album.