Dean Spunt and Randy Randall, the dynamic duo that makes up the noise pop act No Age, are vegan. The tofu Greek salad, spicy peanut kale salad, garden and shitake rolls and sesame soba noodles courtesy of the immaculate M Café on Melrose are prime indicators of this lifestyle. I myself am not vegan, but judging by the amount of tempting food on the table, I may very well become one.

What the three of us do share in common, however, is our adoration for vegan desserts, as we munch on a chocolate tort and strawberry shortcake. It’s ultimately about the connection.

Whether conversing over macrobiotic cuisine or shredding with their fellow bands at the hallowed hall of the all-ages venue The Smell, or even skating with their pals on their homemade ramp right next to their house, No Age is for the people.

“As much as we do it for us, we do it for them,” says Spunt, who performs double duty, playing drums and singing. “They’re the ones that inspire us to make music.”

Further asserting this fact, Randall, who plays guitar, notes, “the support that we can give back is essentially another big goal [for No Age]. To be able to support our friends and make rad art, it’s inspiring. It’s really that feeling, that sense that my friends are cool, they are fun, but they are because they’re open people. It’s not an elitist thing. We all do this together. You do well, I do well; I do well, you do well. It’s no fun being by yourself.”

No Age derived out of the much-heralded, hardcore trio Wives. Often compared to luminaries like Lighting Bolt and Black Dice, the band was poised for a meteoric rise in the ranks, until…

“Wives had to end because essentially we could have called No Age, Wives,” Randall says. “We could have kept the name if it meant something. But what Wives was to us was very much dead. Instead of trying to resuscitate it and keep it alive in our hearts and minds, we knew it was over.

“The mission of what No Age is trying to accomplish and what Wives was trying to accomplish are two separate goals. It was easier in our mind to just separate and start fresh. It was really great to be a new band again where people said ‘I never heard of you guys.’ There were no preconceptions.

“If we continued to do Wives, everyone would have this idea to what it’s suppose to be like. There are no expectations to sound anything like Wives or meet any goals that Wives set.”

Equipped with an arsenal more suited to their own musical tastes, No Age is a trip inside Spunt and Randall’s record collection where the Urinals meet Sonic Youth, with My Bloody Valentine lodged firmly in the middle.

These influences are prevalent on the duo’s latest release, Weirdo Rippers, a compilation of five prior vinyl releases all wrapped nicely on CD format. Flowing seamlessly from every crashing cymbal to involved guitar melody, it’s a shared experience, an ideal get-to-know-you, and according to the band, the sounds delivered are the accumulation of the best mixtape a loved one can give to you.

It shows as the terse work rate of “Boy Void,” an open wound parade of drums and guitars complete with Spunt’s passionate vocals stands upright against the dirty lucidity of “Neck Escaper.” The two sides activate for “My Life’s Alright Without You” in a full-on embrace. The album truly is for the greater good.

“There’s so much music out there that it’s almost better for us to just be like ‘bam, here you go, bam bam,’ especially in the current music state things are sort of droney,” Spunt says.

Early album raves and the ever so prominent blog hype of “best new band of 2007” indicate that No Age is on the right course. Not phased one bit, Randall says all this attention allows the duo to have a better opportunity to continue to spread the message of DIY culture, The Smell and what is most important: “making your art and your world what you want it to be.”

It also helps to be a little bit weird while doing so.

“Being a weirdo ripper is a good thing,” Randall says.

Weirdo Rippers will be available Aug. 28. For more information, visit