If – as Bill Clinton suggested during this latest election cycle – our political system is plagued by a lack of sobering math, it seems to me our prose is in even worse shape. During a recent lunch at Cafe Juliette in Williamsburg, I marked down every time that the trio at the table next to me said the word “like” during a five- minute span. Can’t say the results weren’t depressing, but perhaps serendipitously, Body Language’s new (and free) electro-soul EP, "Grammar," takes today’s rhetorical dilemma and makes it fodder for the cannon. What with mopey titles like “The Chasing,” “What’s the Point?” and “I’m a Mess,” Body Language prescribe the most obvious (yet ardent) of all pop music elixirs: Fun. In other words, if your romantic life sucks, bring your problems to the party and, like, leave ‘em on the dancefloor. But for chrissakes, get out of the house. Mathematically, nothing can happen until you do. Body Language is finishing their debut LP and will be doing a co-headline tour with Vacationer down to SXSW (both bands played The Deli’s UN/OFF party at last year’s Austin fest). – Brian Chidester
