Dope Body Saturday

After DOPE BODY took the trip to sonic heavin' that was Natural History, they flashed that all that glitters is not gold all of the time-and so, they're trippin' back to the ghutto with these two new songs. Refocusing on the sonic principles that they were striving for when they got their tight-ass sloppy shit together in the first place, the "Saturday" single is a snapped shot of a band taking care of business in lean, road dog stance, ready to fuck or run, whatever happens first. A feculent mist hangs in the air, obscuring fine details and taking a bit of edge from things-which is good because the power-trio-plus-singer that makes Dope Body is like, mostly all elbows and nails and split ends and bone shards and narrow-eyed sideways shades that cut like a knife, scoring the skin and hurting at the things underneath. Even the bass, rumblous and low as it is, is delineated with a serration that punches through the smoke from the guitar amplifier, the drums and screaming. Everyone tumbles together into the chorus like a sudden lucky cave-in, everything falling exactly where it should, and you will know this.