This is Miami, and the local appetite for rock 'n' roll of all kinds (garage, punk, metal, etc.) is notoriously suspect. Standard wisdom says the people of South Florida have no stomach for churning squalls of guitar noise and skull-battering drums.
But the simple fact that experimental Los Angeles rippers No Age have booked three trips to our city in the space of a single year seems to suggest the opposite. The band's gig in April as part of Sweat Records's fifth-anniversary Sweatstock concert drove the assembled mob to balls-out acts of recklessness and rock worship, i.e. mosh pits, beer showers, and stage dives. Eight months later, Art Basel types fell into equally extreme fits when the crew destroyed speakers at Fountain Art Fair.
Admittedly, this Tuesday's show at Grand Central will be No Age's first gig performed on something other than a ramshackle outdoor stage. But don't expect the scene to be any less insane than Sweat's parking lot party or that backyard Basel madness.
In fact, it could get even crazier because this time there will be doors. And they will be closed. And the crowd will be captive.
