Today (3 May) marks the release of Body Type’s eagerly awaited new EP. The Sydney-based garage rockers take us on a journey with their latest body of work entitled, quite simply, EP 2. Having made waves across the pond, this new release is set to cement their reputation as the latest exciting Aussie exports, fusing fuzzy riffs with dreamlike melodies and harmonies.
They have kindly offered us the story behind each track, for your reading and listening pleasure…
‘Stingray’
Sophie McComish: Someone wonderful is just being a bit spineless. Stuck in a total rut, dating a loser, hating their job, letting people walk over them, and no matter how hard you try and shake them up - sometimes it’s very hard to remind someone in this state of their true magnificence. This song is me yelling at my friends to wake up and reclaim themselves, summon their inner stingray, slash that sting around a bit and then flap away unscathed.
‘Free To Air’
Annabel Blackman: For a while I lived in a ring of townhouses that had all backed onto a big brick courtyard, with everyone allotted their own small slice of corrugated fence heaven, and it was almost impossible not to eavesdrop on everyone’s lives. ‘Free To Air’ is about a neighbour who lived opposite me in the shit brick echo chamber. I could also see into his living room, and he could see into my bedroom (blinds shut always), so I had this very unfortunate awareness of the happenings in his life. Anyway, he was always blasting his TV while I was trying to write songs, so hopefully he’ll hear this on TV and make the connection.
‘Uma’
Georgia Wilkinson-Derums: This is like a slightly skewed love song to Uma Thurman, a rallying cry in the middle of a cultural shift. During the Me Too movement I watched the exposed footage of Thurman’s car crash on the Kill Bill set. It was leaked years after the film was released with Tarantino claiming he was deeply regretful of forcing his lead actor to drive in an unsafe vehicle. I just thought it was an uncanny fictional retelling of what was actually playing out around the world.
‘Insomnia’
SM: Long solo walks on the beach and gazing into the sunset and asking all the big questions contrasted with the simple pleasure of falling asleep squished up next to the warm body of someone who makes you feel right.
‘Sad Wax’
AB: ‘Sad Wax’ came from being sad while trying to maintain a calm facade at my old office job, but ultimately failing and running to the toilet cubicle to continue my freelance Sad Business. It may or may not be about matters of the heart, which have the astounding power to contort your face into a single expression of self-consuming angst etc. Like a mask. Of wax. Sad Wax.
