Bodies of Water @ Captain's Rest, 3 Oct

“We’re really interested in meeting some neds,” jest married front-couple David and Meredith Metcalf. “Yeah, we’ve watched them on youtube and stuff. We love them.” Oh, Bodies Of Water, if only you knew. Thankfully, our Los Angeles-grown visitors don’t have to find out, as the ned-free audience laughs along without harassing, slandering, or stabbing anyone. No, there’s enough excitement and extravagance to go around, and Bodies of Water are doing an excellent job of flooding the Captain's Rest with it. They're an entirely difficult breed to classify -somewhere above and beyond a gospel pop Danielson meets Arcade Fire, or The Mamas & Papas meshed with louder chants and darker undertones. It’s ambitious, whatever the hell it is, and it’s making everyone’s eyes in the room beam with wonder. Singer/organist Meredith Metcalf, sporting a tumbler’s black leotard, hops up and down, whirling and pelting her vocals above the cacophony of choirs. The set’s closer, These Are The Eyes, speeds up its chipper refrain and gets faster and faster -like a weird anxiety dream -until it ends, and everything goes back to normal. [Jorge Marticorena]