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Shopping formed in early 2013 by members Rachel Aggs (guitar), Billy Easter (bass) and Andrew Milk (drums).. They pull from a well of 70’s post-punk with a voraciousness seldom seen these days, bringing to mind the jagged aggression of Gang of Four, the voracious yelp of The Slits and the dance inducing thrust of Delta 5 and ESG, though as Pitchfork reminds, “they never sound dated or like a carbon-copy, a testament to the group’s songwriting abilities.”
The bands’ first few releases put out via their own MILK records in the UK consistently sold out within weeks, while Shopping juggled touring with repressing records to keep up with demand from record shops who couldn’t seem to get enough of their groove riding, tough talking, life-loving post-punk funk. Second album Why Choose was released on FatCat Records world wide in October 2015. The release coincided with the bands first US tour, and also sold out within a month of it’s release.
New album The Official Body was released 19th February via Fat Cat records, and has once again proved a sweeping success. Recorded over 10 days with the legendary Edwyn Collins of Orange Juice in the producer’s chair, the album retains Shopping’s minimal dance punk ethos while “amping up the party vibe”.
The band are tirelessly committed to taking their sound to new audiences and spreading the Shopping gospel, They have toured Europe eight times and completed three North American tours (two headline), securing impressive gigs along the way including main support for ESG and Gang Of Four.
Shopping’s gigs are incredibly fun and undeniably thrilling to watch. Their live shows are rallying calls to shake off the frustration, fear and self-doubt that can feel like an inescapable part of our culture. As the Quietus puts it “Live, the band emanates a self-assuredness and a commitment to contributing maximum joy to their audience”, encouraging dance as a shared cathartic release!
With the world around us bruised and bloodied with teeth already dug into the concrete curb, we find ourselves with the shadow of a large boot looming overhead. What better time for No Age? Remember, they are the ones who first brought you the hospital-bed-feel-good-anthem, “Get Hurt” (2007). They know how to ecstatically rage and power on thru pain, because what else are you gonna do? The future belongs to the cockroaches, and this record is made for the disparate band of misfits who 2017 couldn’t kill.
Yeah. New No Age! Not new age No Age (except for the odd “Sun Spots”/“Keechie”-style shimmer that only ever makes everything better), but definitely an age of album-making located somewhere beyond and back from where we last heard ’em in aught-13, when they’d wrapped their process in as much deconstruction as An Object could bear. Reimagined rippers, compelling ever forward; something that provokes challenges on the ear — that was always the goal, but after a few years spent not No Age-ing, just working on that thing called life, is it any wonder that Dean and Randy wanted to pump out some rock and roll for the black hole? Does time mean nothing to you? Don’t answer that.
Snares Like a Haircut sounds like the good shit, and smells like the buzzy burning off of an aura, the marine layer suddenly vanished, leaving a thin layer of smog over the songs, simmering sock gazing tunes, revved and displacing enormous amounts of sound soil. This is pure driving music, for the bus racer and the car driver, with too many signs, bells and little lites flashing, ticking away. This is a record for the Foothill and the Valley, with a chemical sunset flowering at the end of every day. It’s a feeling made by driving music for driving music.
Recorded in a few days and mixed forever, Snares Like a Haircut finds No Age in full on mode, because there was nothing else to do but go full on. In the songs inside the songs, the thumpy/thwappy drums, the desperately voiced paens to determination, the churning and the stinging-but-shiny fuck-it built into the structure, a promise from the 1980s echoes once again across today, for the undetermined in-between generation reality seekers.
With Snares Like a Haircut, No Age scrub the itch in the little moments, engage actively with the process and carve/plaster/shave something in an album shape that’ll last.
You don’t have to drive, but you can’t stay here. Let No Age do all the driving for you. Snares Like a Haircut.
Introduction to Escape-ism shouldn’t only be reviewed in the music press but in the “world affairs” column of a conspiracy-minded newspaper, on a hot-rod review TV show, or possibly at an important conference by a renowned astrophysicist. It’s that important!
Why? Because it’s the first “solo” record by Ian Svenonius—of groups The Make-Up, Chain & the Gang, The Nation of Ulysses, XYZ, Weird War, etc. and author of underground bestsellers such as The Psychic Soviet, Supernatural Strategies for Making a Rock ’n’ Roll Group, and Censorship Now!!—and as such, it’s profound, prophetic, perverse, and poetic… It’s introverted glitter, violence against the state, obsessive desire; it stomps on convention, shreds constitutions, clobbers pre-conceived notions of what a record can be.
Yes, that’s right: a single-person performance by I.F. Svenonius—recognized by Performer Magazine as the “greatest performer on the planet”—Introduction to Escape-ism is a bite into a one-banana bunch.
A drum box, a guitar, a cassette player, and a single slobbering, sinful voice singing out…for a way out. Live, it’s a new paradigm of performance: raw, gestural, idiotic, sublime, revolutionary, poetic, faux naïf, unknowing, a drainage pipe that leads to who knows where.