​​Having learned almost nothing from playing music for over a decade, The Atom Age convened once again in 23’ to lay down a new record. Their studio, District Recording, in the sleepy tech crusted Valley of Silicon provided the backdrop. The band opted to track live, using as little overdubbing and trickery as one can reasonably get away with. The resulting self-titled LP is from the gut, gloriously smart and stupid, while dropping all the sniffs and secret hints from missed decades past that could be mustered. It’s fun, clever, and at times dumb. Saxes screech, crappy organs wail, and vocals ruin already battered throats. It’s a wall of new and nothing new, all at the same time, poised to punch up your heartbeat and force you to come down from your daily dose of comatose.