I have a confession to make. I’m pretty much in love with Body Language. That probably doesn’t mean much, especially if you’ve never heard their music, but to me, they do all the right things. Their music is full of sunny, delightful energy that seems calculated to encourage dancing in those willing to listen. It’s infectious. At least, that’s what I felt after listening to their first EP, Grammar. They’ve all the grooviness and energy of a young Passion Pit. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Seeing a show at the Satellite in Silverlake is a tricky affair. Local home owners and apartment dwellers don’t care much for concerts carrying on until 2am on Wednesday nights for whatever reason, so parking is difficult. Body Language’s show was my first time at the venue, but in the future, I’ll make sure to pay more attention to the street signs instead of parking all willy-nilly and leaving the show with a $70 ticket. $70! That’s like…8 gin and tonics. I could’ve been drunk and happy.
I expected the crowd to be a mixture of cool hunters and hipsters, but honestly, they were really normal. Almost eerily so. The mixture of 20-something Angelenos looked picture perfect, like they were cast as the typical “Los Angeles indie crowd.” Button downs, t-shirts, sneakers, girls in pants, girls in light dresses…it definitely didn’t strike me as a place where people go to be seen, which, honestly, is one of the highest accolades I can give to a trendy music establishment. That normal-ness definitely had a practicality to it as Body Language makes dance music. When they play, you dance. It’s hard to do that in a leather shirt and drop-crotch pants.
When the members of Body Language finally took the stage, the crowd immediately set into the “bob-n-sway.” You know what I’m talking about. It’s when the music is clearly good enough to dance to, but for whatever reason, people don’t move their feet. They just kinda bounce along. Maybe it’s just an LA thing. As the music went on, though, the crowd loosened up. Listen to “Well Absolutely” or “Lose My Head” and tell me those songs don’t aim to make you move. Even a corpse would tap its toes if you played this music loudly enough. And they did play loudly. Toes were a tapping.
A few days and a couple hundred miles later, I got to see Body Language again in a better lit venue at Symbiosis Gathering in Northern California. The crowd there was thinner, but the sound was just as good. Playing at a festival is very different experience, and while I liked their set, I’m not sure Symbiosis was the best place for them. On that note, they would slay at Coachella. On Friday. At sunset. That would be perfect.
After their set, they hung out and chatted with the crowd a bit, which isn’t something that they had to do. It’s just a nice gesture and they should be noted for it. That’s something that I’ve seen in a few of my favorite artists. I remember Kaskade did something similar when playing the Palladium a few years back. It’s a memory that stuck with me and this one will as well. After all, it’s the fans that make music possible, and it’s cool when you can see that musicians appreciate that.
In any case, go see Body Language. Leave your hipster pretensions at the door, let loose, and I promise you’ll have a great time. Grammar is on Soundcloud. Give it a listen if you’re in the need for some positive vibes.
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