If you're not a fan of fucked up music, you may as well want to stop reading this review.   Review by Apothecary ››

If The Body were a person, and you were you to walk into their wardrobe, you'd probably see hundreds upon hundreds of masks. Some richly decorated and ornate, others more rugged and simpler in design, but all representative of one fact: this individual never seems content to settle on just one identity for themselves. They're indecisive, and they have to be ready at all times for the possibility of preferring to go in one direction over another. And watching them is something like sitting through a nuclear war: you're not quite sure of what's going to come next, but you can be sure it'll be pretty damn intense, whatever happens.   Review by Apothecary ››

If the online genre police had a physical headquarters somewhere, there'd be at least one picture of The Body slapped up with "wanted" written in capitals above it. Most of the time they've had at least one of their boots planted firmly in sludge, but on their newest work, I Shall Die Here, said boot and said (the) body along with it have schlocked out of said sludge and begun floating about toward the exosphere, dripping with its remaining slime above the clouds.   Review by wormdrink414 ››