Chicago Post-Punk Outfit Body Shop Uploads an All-Star Cast in Their Video for “Sex Body”

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    There’s a moment near midnight—December thinning to its last breath—when rooms loosen, and people forget their facades, gathering briefly as a collective. Chicago’s Body Shop caught that sliver of time with their debut single “Sex Body,” releasing it as the year turned and attention drifted. The track still carries that first-hour energy: loose, knowing, already in motion. It moves with the fluorescent warmth of club corridors and borrowed confidence, the strange intimacy of being watched while pretending you aren’t.

    Sex Body moves on a funky bassline that knows how to walk without hurrying, while zippy synths dart and circle like racing thoughts. It’s funny in the way the best club records are funny: aware, loose, and unafraid of the odd angle. There’s a ZE Records wink here, a Suburban Lawns side-eye there, the kind of new-wave/no wave snap that makes movement feel inevitable. You don’t need permission; your body already got the memo.

    Lyrically, Sex Body treats desire as something processed through screens and systems, where intimacy gets filtered, compressed, and mislabeled. Lust shows up as an upload and an error message, a human impulse refracted through interfaces until it starts to glitch. The song keeps its gaze steady, cool and curious, tracing how control and consumption slide together, how identity can speed up and fold in on itself when everything becomes measurable.

    The video leans into that unease with a madcap sprint across the city: hotels with thin walls, sidewalks that feel watched, rooms where transactions blur into theatre. The cast becomes a rolling parade of personalities and presences: Jack Armondo (Panic Priest), Carlos Azuara, Angelica Drake, Talu Gebara, Marten Katze, Rita Lukea (Pixel Grip), Gretchen Mccloy, Lindsey Nelmar, Brett Rush, Kat Mullally, and Petra X, each drifting through scenes like channel changes you didn’t ask for It’s sleazy and strange, a bad dream with good lighting, like tumbling through an OnlyFans-from-hell fever vision where every door opens onto another version of yourself. Director Drew Angle lets the chaos breathe, stitching movement and mischief into something that feels dangerously playful.

    Watch the video for “Sex Body” below:

    There’s an instant recognition when Body Shop come on: the snap of high-tension guitars, bass lines charged like live wire, synths wailing somewhere between warning and invitation, drum machines pushing everything forward with intent. This is the Chicago trio of Kit Dee, Sam Crow, and Lou Larsen, working with a simple idea that feels almost radical again: movement as message’ gyration as a form of clarity.

    They tip their hat to disco-punk elders without getting stuck in reverence. Body Shop treat the physical self as site and signal, a place where pleasure, friction, and release all collide. The music stays sharp, witty, and alert, built to keep hips loose and minds switched on at the same time. In an age choked by greed and anxious morality, Body Shop answer with humour edged just enough to draw blood. Their songs feel engineered for resilience, less about hiding from the blast radius and more about strengthening what’s already alive. Music here acts like an immune response: something you feel spreading, stitching body to spirit.

    Produced by Tyler Ommen (of Pixel Grip) and Doug Malone (Jamdek Studios), with mastering from Mikey Young, Sex Body lands clean and confident, built for bodies in motion and minds half-lost to the moment. It’s post-punk and new-wave with club sense, stripped to essentials, warped just enough to feel current. As a first taste of the EP due this spring, it sets a clear signal: dance now, question later.

    Listen to Sex Body below and order the single here.

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