“Dope Body pull at the sounds of dude-rock like taffy– tugging guitars out of key, building up big walls of heavy rhythm only to belch in the face of fist-pumping catharsis.”
— Pitchfork
Dope Body, Baltimore, MD’s four-headed beast, fire their second salvo, Natural History, on May 22nd. Borne in 2008 from the dance-friendly confines of the city’s Wham City scene, this unclassifiable heavy ventured out into the night to find more like-minds, but came back empty-handed – i.e., they stand alone. Evolving from blasting three-piece to blistering four-piece, they enjoy writing their own songs, touring endlessly, having fun and pummeling basement parties with a gleeful, wide-eyed fanaticism that the more reasonable among us might mistake for insanity (it ain’t entirely so). Dope Body writhe under their own influences and experiments, swinging from gutterish sludge-punk to snake charmer-on-fire within the confines of a single tune. Rather than compare their ferocity to another contender, just know that Dope Body is punk spelled other-wards and standing on its hands, with riffs descending like blood rushing from your feet to your head, then trickling down the drain.