Альбомы исполнителя
'Til We're Shakin
2021 · сингл
It Can't Be Like This
2021 · сингл
I Was a Rock 'n' Roll Narcissist
2021 · сингл
Honeybees
2021 · сингл
Cry 'Til You Die
2019 · альбом
Never Looking
2019 · сингл
Walk Through Walls
2019 · сингл
Hot Shame
2015 · альбом
EP
2015 · Мини-альбом
The Hottest Thing That's Cool
2012 · альбом
Split 7" - EP
2011 · Мини-альбом
Kill Surf City
2011 · альбом
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Биография
Since 2009, Oakland’s The Atom Age have been scattering slivers of imploded tubes all across the Bay Area. A rocket propelled ode to the unhinged power of ‘60s punk and R&B, the Age are more Sonics than Hives, and more Link Wray than Jack White. Coming to life out of the Bay’s punk scene, they’re a powder keg of a live band. But in the past, capturing this energy on record has proven a challenge. Over their last three albums, the Atom Age have documented their considerable strength for songwriting (most notably 2015’s Hot Shame), but something has almost always been lost in the equation of tracking and layering. Only now, thanks to the sympatico production work of Dave Schiffman (The Bronx, Pup, Jimmy Eat World) has the mutant fission of their live shows truly been captured on record. Blazing by in a relentless 25 minutes, Cry Til You Die is Atom Age at their most swaggeringly explosive, their pop craftsmanship fused inseparably to every skronking sax line and Farfisa wail. Lead single “Walk Through Walls,” with its stabbed keys and bleating saxophone, is less a walk than a drunken march across boundaries—a sauced night stroll which slams headlong into one of the band’s best riffs to date. “Bad Seeds,” sailing on a snaking surf riff, recalls the sleaze of early Tarantino soundtracks. Recorded live at District Recordings in San Jose, CA, every track on Cry Til You Die is slick with sweat, and coated in a fine layer of grime.