Last night at the Crocodile, Philadelphia’s Need New Body put on the best rock show I’ve seen this year. These five misfits tore through an inspirationally feral set of spadmodic prog rock that made me think of the Fugs covering Faust or Hampton Grease Band running through Can’s songbook. Even if those names mean nada to you, you couldn’t help being astounded by the insanely intense and precise musicianship by guys who probably can barely scrape together gas money to get to their next gig.

Somehow Need New Body incorporated both mantric repetition and unpredictable dynamics into songs that made you shake your head and your ass with equal befuddlement. Too bad only about 30 people showed up.