Ah, The Body. These two Little Rock natives have come a long way since the days when they were just a couple of guys wearing burlap sacks on their heads and screaming about pain and scaring peoples' parents at art-installation performances and whatnot.
Chip King and Lee Buford got started way back yonder, like 1999 or so, in Fayetteville. Hundred Years War, King's previous band, had just split up, and so he and Buford started a new one. They'd set up and practice after-hours at their friend's music venue/record store/porn shop. I think maybe one of them even lived in the place for a while. There were couches there, naturally. Anyway, before too long, they up and moved to the East Coast, eventually settling down in the Providence/Warwick area in scenic Rhode Island and Providence Plantations (that's the state's full official name — look it up if you don't believe me).
And now, well heck, here we are like 12 years later and these guys have put out a couple-three killer albums and a slew of singles, and they get all kinds of critical acclaim from such pillars of establishment credibility as NPR and The New York Times, and they go on tour with women's choirs and it's like, they're "The Body — Critically Respected Avant-Garde Doom Metal Band." But if ever there were two guys who would never let all that stuff go to their heads, and who would still just be normal dudes and all, it's Chip and Lee.
Also playing is R.I.O.T.S., a newer band that will make you remember that you do love hardcore after all, and that all those terrible scream-y bands with their guyliner and dumb haircuts and 129-syllable band names can't change that. Recommended pre-show warm-up listening: Void side of the Faith/Void LP and the first MDC album.