This body desires tangled up barbed wire
Slowly losing touch with all reality
There’s something beautifully grotesque about watching the human animal come undone to its own inventions. The Body Song, the latest offering from Texan Cmdr Cody, feels like a love letter to that unraveling: a dance of electronics and sinew, where the flesh forgets itself in the beat. In an age where our screens pulse harder than our hearts, this track demands surrender.
Cmdr Cody, a self-produced solo artist, builds collisions between the analogue and the digital; between punk’s raw nerve and electronica’s mechanical pulse. The result isn’t clean or polite. It’s messy, visceral, and completely human, like DAF if they’d crashed Devo’s synthesizers into Suicide’s amplifier stack and let the feedback form a new religion.
Repetitive retro synth lines grind against gritty organ tones, drums punch with robotic precision, and somewhere between the distortion and groove, a strange transcendence takes root. It’s dance music for people who don’t trust happiness: the kind you feel in your gut rather than your feet. Each note seems to claw at the boundaries of the body, reminding you that rhythm can both liberate and enslave. There’s a distinctly retro-futurist edge to it all—the kind of synthpunk powered by old-school circuitry that sounds as if it were booted up from a forgotten Megadrive cartridge, buzzing with 16-bit aggression and raw, electric grit.
Lyrically, Cmdr Cody nails that primal contradiction: the desire to lose control and the terror of actually doing it. It’s the sound of disassociation disguised as movement, of someone trying to shake their way free from the static of modern life.
Listen to The Body Song below and order the single here.
The Body Song feels like an MRI of the soul: flashing lights, humming voltage, and the uneasy recognition that maybe the machine knows you better than you know yourself.
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