Dope Body formed in December of 2008 in Baltimore as an experiment in musical instincts, jamming and writing the simplest one-part/one-riff/one-minute little jerk-off songs that were the first thing to come to mind (most ended up on their first tape “20 Pound Brick”). They then set up a novelty basement show in this super-small/shitty-dungeon/black-mold basement, with the Great Intention of trying to stoke primal hardcore thrash vibes in both the music and audience, which at that point in time was kind of lacking in Baltimore (mostly danceparty-Wham City-style absurdist shit). It was a great mess of an experience with drunken beer flying, shirts tearing, glass breaking, strings snapping, amps frying, cigarette smoke asphyxiating… so much fun that a silent acknowledgement was made: don’t stop doing this, something feels too right about it. Dope Body strove to play that kind of show over and over again since then, somehow maintaining a work ethic, being fairly prolific without the threat of taking themselves too seriously – iieeeah!
It’s about the freedom of influence and idea with mutual respect for internal faults and strengths. Together, Dope Body is a spasm of styles and directions, showering sparks from a half-melted thickness. Yes, they’re a rock band, but that’s acknowledged with apprehension and indifference. To them, they’ve always been a kind of science-lab kitchen thing where the most off-the-wall and potentially dumbest shit they can imagine will sometimes make good things come out. And this year, some of those things made Natural History…b(uh)-gah!