No Age sport the noise-pop crown (it's invisible). Photo by Todd Cole.

I likes the No Age lots. I’m a sucker for that old time noise-pop, and apparently you are too. Last week the Hollywood Bowl was stuffed by go-time, when hometown heroes Dean Spunt (he of the Fred Perry stare) and Randy Randall (Mr. Pec Pockets up there) opened for none other than Sonic Youth and Pavement. Trashcan royalty, united. Anyhow, I used that madeup phrase (“trashcan royalty”) in a (p)review of the new No Age record, Everything in Between, a little while back. Pretentious of me, right? But there’s new stuff to read (also L.A. Weekly), and it’s not so fancy.

1) Randall and I went on a little mission into the Valley. He needed an amp (which he scouted out on Craigslist) and I needed a story. Call it a barter. Unfortunately, you can’t play with the amp, but you can read the story.

2) Like to listen while you work? Stream the entire new No Age album.

Older but awesome (like Sean Connery?):