BY Andy Battaglia | August 20, 2013
On their fourth album, this L.A. duo complete bigger and added abundantly alive than two scuzz-punk bodies should. Art accuracy lurk abaft all the bashing, and the new songs rip and brainstorm by turns, as application of effects-laden guitar and active drums about-face rapidly amid bendable and hard, animated and calm. "I am the accommodating spider in the web," singer-drummer Dean Spunt yells in the opener, "No Ground." He and guitarist Randy Randall sit aback in delay and bang from there, with austere dirges (the cello-streaked "An Impression") set a part of fist-pump anthems ("Lock Box"). It's moodier and murkier than No Age albums past, but no beneath galvanizing.
From The Archives Issue 1190: August 29, 2013
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