No Pain In Pop

Soarers

Director Andy Bruntel asks that these videos be watched in tandem, though the one shot for ‘Keechie’ seems to be a sequel of sorts for the ‘Eraser’ footage. A ploy to hold the attention? No need. No Age…

Tandem dive after the jump.

‘Keechie’ is built from discarded moments, Bruntel bringing together bursting balloons, rescued T-shirts, fishing rods and deck shoes in a way that mirrors, to a great extent I think, what Dean Spunt and Randy Randall do so well with their music. A kind of grunge grown positive after (and perhaps because of) traumatic teenage years, the noise of ‘Keechie’ and ‘Eraser’ still seems to burn with the new bruises of youth, or at least smoulder with a memory of it that’s splintered kaleidoscopic.

It’s physical, this din - it’s an arm reaching out, veiny, a blow to the head of moping London bowl-cuts and bored, boring boar bars, a sucker-punch, a reflex axion, but boson-tied by the alloyed efforts of fresh sweat, talk that flows like a brook new and awkward but with given memories of April showers past and the time for ideas. The three come together momentarily to house a beam Providential, brains elevated loose to a vast landscape gazing back-to-back, sharing Siamese all the busy eye takes in.

Truly psyched, soaring sound… 4eva+eva+eva.

Tags: keechie, no age