Some neat writer named Sasha Frere-Jones, snuck in a great piece on the band No Age in this month's New Yorker.
Of course it makes perfect sense that they would eventually get big and find themselves featured in many notable publications, what with their charm and musical talent, but the repeated mentions of the hands that fed them (Jim Smith and the Smell) are a pleasant surprise. That a publication like the New Yorker is picking up on the scrappy and resilient all-ages spot in LA is a testament to the way places like the smell feed their scenes and incubate some of the best new ideas in music. Yay for those lovely folks at the Smell.