No Age

The last men standing to emerge out of the post-Jack White frenzy of guitar/drum duos, No Age has possessed a moderately artier pedigree – they recently released a split-channel soundtrack between art essays on collage and instrumentals – to go with their alt-rock popcraft. Each record does seem to inch a little closer from painting in Velvets-y riffs to sound-blasting the alabaster-plastered gallery; an opposite trajectory to the Velvets themselves. So, closer to stripes of white noise than White Stripes.