by Robert Bell
THE BODY, BRAVEYOUNG
8 p.m. Downtown Music Hall. $6.
If ever there were a metal band that created bitchin' studio albums while retaining a live show that must be heard/felt to be believed, it is The Body. "Loud" describes The Body in the same way that "prolific" describes Robert Pollard or "weird" describes Jandek — that is to say, accurately, but incompletely.
The Body's last album, "All the Waters of the Earth Turn to Blood" has been widely hailed as a left-field doom metal masterpiece. The band's current tour is some sort of collaborative thingy with their buddies in Braveyoung, a North Carolina quartet that traffics in slow-build, instrumental sadness epics.
The two bands recently recorded an album called "Nothing Passes." I haven't heard it yet, but it includes another off-the-wall cover (something of a hallmark for The Body, which has covered tunes by Danzig, Crass and, naturally, Sinéad O'Connor) with a take on "Vision" by Exuma, the Bahamian psychedelic calypso madman who's way overdue for the deluxe-reissue treatment.
I have a hard time imagining how loud it's gonna be to add a whole other loud-ass band's gear to The Body's already cripplingly, transcendently loud-ass show, but I'm excited to experience it firsthand.