Noa Deane’s “Headnoise” Is The Best Video Of The Year

Anyone with doubts about whether Noa Deane could live up to the six-figure hype and settle into his starring role as Volcom’s new posterboy will be eating their words about thirty seconds into the 15-minute blitz that is “Headnoise,”as Dinosaur Jr.’s “Raisans” kicks the film off at full-speed, Noa wasting no time getting down to business, looking light and unburdened, his style continuing to mature with age, much as the 23-year-old has been forced to do in recent years. 

Standing out like flowers amongst thorns, the tragically hip Silverlake regulars might have wondered what, exactly was going on, having unwittingly stumbled into a surf film premiere at the neighborhood’s beloved Zebulon, and the rag-tag posse gathered in the bar’s backroom theater causing quite a ruckus over the film, and rightfully so.

See, Noa Deane is the real fucking deal, and “Headnoise” will sit comfortably alongside the very best of Volcom’s decades-long video output. At this point, we’re claiming it’s the video of the year (besides Drag’s masterpiece, Rip 2, of course).

I mean, when was the last time a Hawaii section rattled you in July? (How Volcom was able to ice that many A-grade North Shore clips this long remains a true mystery.) 

Filmed in Indo, Hawaii, and West Oz over the last year, Noa’s radical range is on full display in “Headnoise,” packing closeouts at Off The Wall, punting the loftiest, most casual airs, and holding little back on rail. 

After a few quiet years from Noa, we hope “Headnoise” is the beginning of some very productive ones. While it’s taken a while for Noa to shake the negativity lofted his way after a few very embarrassing moments of public bad behavior painted him as surfing’s most sanctimonious snot-nose, anyone who has spent any time with him the last year or so will tell you the perception’s flat-out wrong. Kid’s a fuckin’ gentleman in the water and at the bar, and absolutely lives for critical, hollow, powerful waves and playing heavily distorted guitars through very loud amplifiers. And what’s not to love about that? 

While Noa was kept home in Australia tending to personal matters with family, Mitch Coleborne, Mauro Diaz, Nate Tyler, and the rest of the Veeco posse came out in full support of their newest teammate. Southern California punk legends The Line followed up “Headnoise” and Andrew Doheny and Matt Tromberg’s Power Lunch stirred the crowd into a proper frenzy, the party spilling out into Zebulon’s patio and plenty of pretty young things hanging around indeed. 

The kid fucking tears.

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Sam Moody.

I mean, when was the last time a Hawaii section rattled you in July? (How Volcom was able to ice that many A-grade North Shore clips this long remains a true mystery.) 

Filmed in Indo, Hawaii, and West Oz over the last year, Noa’s radical range is on full display in “Headnoise,” packing closeouts at Off The Wall, punting the loftiest, most casual airs, and holding little back on rail. 

After a few quiet years from Noa, we hope “Headnoise” is the beginning of some very productive ones. While it’s taken a while for Noa to shake the negativity lofted his way after a few very embarrassing moments of public bad behavior painted him as surfing’s most sanctimonious snot-nose, anyone who has spent any time with him the last year or so will tell you the perception’s flat-out wrong. Kid’s a fuckin’ gentleman in the water and at the bar, and absolutely lives for critical, hollow, powerful waves and playing heavily distorted guitars through very loud amplifiers. And what’s not to love about that? 

While Noa was kept home in Australia tending to personal matters with family, Mitch Coleborne, Mauro Diaz, Nate Tyler, and the rest of the Veeco posse came out in full support of their newest teammate. Southern California punk legends The Line followed up “Headnoise” and Andrew Doheny and Matt Tromberg’s Power Lunch stirred the crowd into a proper frenzy, the party spilling out into Zebulon’s patio and plenty of pretty young things hanging around indeed. 

This young lady seems like a very good time.

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The Line!

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Still good after all these years.

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Take note: there should always be plenty of women dancing at your premiere.

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Layne Stratton and Dylan Goodale getting comfy for “Headnoise.”

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True story: ladies love Droid

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Veeco’s premieres can always bee counted on for impressive trimmings.

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Metal Neck’s studliest, Matt Tromberg.

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A group you might call “easy on the eyes.”

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Metal Neck’s Matt Tromberg, Mauro Diaz, and Stab’s Editor in Chief, Ashton Goggans.

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Girl was leaving it all on the dance floor.

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Yeah, raging.

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The Line.

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Mitch Coleborn.

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Ellis Ericson and Delon Bone.

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Power Lunch.

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How do you like your ’90s punk, vintage or spanking new but heavily influenced? We take ours with a tin of Tecate and a slice of lime here in California.

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Andrew Doheny making his Jazzmaster squeel.

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It was a good night.

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