
Chicago’s Body Shop Will Make You Sweat and Think
Body Shop’s sound blends danger and wit and a reputation for confrontational live shows. The music drips with danger and sex, but isn’t just empty provocation.

Body Shop’s sound blends danger and wit and a reputation for confrontational live shows. The music drips with danger and sex, but isn’t just empty provocation.

And Also the Trees reflect upon the cache of artistic and natural world influences that give their preternatural rock deep shades of Euro-Blues and Moorland Goth-Pop.

Poison Ruïn have come closest to their original goal of embedding themselves in the lineage of early punk and post-punk. Hymns from the Hills is a powerful listen.

A new Talking Heads compilation acts like a scrapbook, looking at their early years as a trio before they exploded onto the New York scene and around the world.

With Hard Hearted Woman, Ora Cogan showcases that, in a patriarchal world, you have to be literally and figuratively ready to fight, body and soul.

Skittering post-disco rhythms, slap-bass riffs, synth-lines, the ebbs and flows of sax, and declamatory soaring vocals make up the sound of post-punk’s Leisure Process.

Listening to The Return of the Durutti Column is like being given the key to a world that, while not as secret as before, is well worth exploring.

Slow Crush’s Thirst has scattered interesting musical moments, but much of it is buried under constant guitar noise and not enough melody.

SPRINTS remain emotive but more polished and reflective, questioning rather than acting—though often admitting defeat as the songs grow louder.
Shudder to Think pick up where they left off with two new singles.

On Worldwide, Nashville egg-punks Snooper hatch from chaotic oddity into a fully realized band, channeling frenzy into sharp, urgent songs.

Dance Called Memory is something of a pivotal album in its own modest way. It’s Nation of Language’s most introspective and darkest record.