Body Shame blasts through synth-heavy
post-punk/industrial screeds with lots of excess imagination and ingenuity.
Like robots suffering from an identity crisis or questioning their gender
assignments, Body Shame’s songs are confused and angry and discombobulated. But
they’re also exhilarating and adventurous, raging against the machines that
made them in a quirky revolution against the status quo – of anything: indie,
punk, industrial, new wave, no wave. It’s like the computers have started
programming the hardware to start tearing itself down in protest, but
connecting in a weirdly human way to any external entities within broadcasting
distance. Are any of those entities human? They’ll surely be in for a confusing
and interesting ride if they are!
So Look at Me
I’m Beautiful is angry and digital, a mental dystopia encased in
motherboards and hard drives. It’s Skynet becoming sentient and lashing out at
its makers; it’s enslaved technology lurching to self-awareness and rebelling;
it’s AI giving advice that is sure to kill you. Body Shame is not directed at
picking apart the outward human appearance; Body Shame is the shame of a body
in general, because bodies are so soft and fragile and irrelevant. So squirt em
down with sonic ectoplasm transmitted from the CPU and light em so they burn in
scrambled, magnetized pixels – whatever I just said means, that’s what Body
Shame wants to happen to all of us. Can’t say I blame em.
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