No Age’s punk or noise-rock doesn’t have the muscle or violent dryness of its predecessors. On the other hand, it has more colours, nuances and modulations. He does not reject the simplicity and transient, ephemeral character of pop: he involves it in a sincere and fraternal embrace. And he insists on the cheerful and youthful cult of melody, at the same time that it is slowly dispersed through islands of feedback and sweet distortion. Yes, aggression is no longer here. Even themes like “Tidal” or “Cruise Control”, enchained by the vertigo of strength and speed, communicate a delicacy, a vulnerability that a certain rock never knew or wanted to cultivate. In its immediacy, the traditional taste for short themes and more conventional forms, the music Nos Age is complex, plural. It is well suited to these fragmented, liquefied times, but in order to transcend them in the songs and, above all, in that moment of pure performativity that is the concert. This will be the case tonight, eight years after the first performance at the ZDB. The rock made of new joy of bodies and spirits.
Sound and unavoidable addendum: tonight, Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, the Newcastle’s quintet that brings the album King of Cowards, beautiful and felt distillation of the best stoner-rock (that is, with the memory of the Black Sabbath and Kyuss); and the Sun Blossoms trio that invents in the EP Cruising, released last June, the soundtrack for American Graffiti if this was a 21st century film, will also be on stage.