Need New Body have a rep for being really weird; practically every review and synopsis of the band’s career mentions the word “spazzcore” or some variant thereof. From my limited exposure to Need New Body, though, the band doesn’t live up to the weirdness hype. The Danielson Famile’s got all the pieces—the lead singer sounds like Carrot Top with a rottweiler chomping down on his testicles; there’s an ever-present chorus of kids (who are actually part of the family); the band members wear nurse uniforms on stage. Bjork’s weird because she occasionally sings in Icelandic and arbitrarily decides on odd artistic directions (Vespertine: “Let’s make music that sounds like womb muzak!” Medulla: “Let’s do what we did last time except replace everything with Mike Patton!”). For the moment, let’s avoid the topic of even crazier bands like, say, Merzbow.

Need New Body, on the other hand, is made up of five normal-looking American guys. They play really cool keyboard-supercharged music for sugar-addled grade-school kids. This is not weird unless you were raised on a steady diet of Jewel albums and thought 0304 was a mind-blowing departure from the standard “pout and strum guitar” formula all music adhered to in your universe. The rest of us should recognize Need New Body for what they really are: a perfectly awesome rock band with a Casio fetish and a weakness for shoutalong choruses.